“Incomplete” Fuel
Do you remember Fuel? How about the time you and Jackson were driving down 696 and he popped in their tape. Remember how the windows vibrated when the vocals kicked in, and chills swept through your body — sensory overload times 10. You were only 16, but you knew the difference between shit and gold. You knew when something sounded right. And so what if Jackson said they sounded like a hardcore Fugazi rip-off; most bands only dream about emulating that kind of greatness.
Now you’re older. But these songs still make sense. They still help the bag on your shoulders feel a little lighter. They still take you away from the pressure that continues to cook dinner in your head. And when the lyrics ask if you are
“secure in your cynical world?” You nod and say, “Yeah, pretty much.”
