i like paul mccartney

there's something about power pop that just sits well with me. we all know my feelings about my new home's very own cheap trick (yet i've still failed to fulfill my pilgrimage to rockford) and perhaps i had those big smiling chills when the, well, not original but the neurotica era redd kross played at the double door. hooks, like riffs, are manna to my ears. this all being said i'm just not the same music listener that i used to be. the days of driving past my home and around a few more blocks in order to get the end of hang time or sitting in my car after getting an advance cassette of where you been (maybe i need a car) are long gone. the last time i got high i listened to eddie murphy's boogie in your butt and not rock for light (maybe i need to relearn how to get high). perhaps my newfound oldfound love of metal is, in part, because it is easy to wrap your mind around a big fat ass killer riff. a couple of listens is usually enough to know that the saviours are living up to their name. so sloan put out this 30 song, 70+ minute record a few months ago. i kind of stayed away. i mean, their last record had a weird hold over me but a little bit in a last gasp way. or so i thought. plus, you know, it's been a metal oriented world lately. if you are hip to my myspace bloggings you know i had a record shopping jones to fill last week. lost in it all was that i bought the sloan album. i gave it a cursory listen not knowing what to expect. it sounded good. by this i mean i paid attention in a limited way but what i thought i heard was a sloan album. now i'm listening again, this time while writing, and again the sounds are good. now, somehow, i have to regain some of my old listening magic and make it my own. i haven't been up to it a lot lately. without a car and with my strange reaction of paranoia and anti-social giggling when high i'm not sure where to turn. what would paul mccartney do?