Last night I got a chance to see an art opening. One thing I grew up around was art. The art I was influenced by was very technically perfect in every aspect. I know I can appreciate art when it’s well done. But one thing I realized last night is that there are reasons why some art that isn’t technically perfect can sell well (btw, the same applies in music). That reason is, a highly distinct style and vision that people can relate to.
One thing I get in listening to so much music is that I often hear things that are poorly realized. Sometimes it won’t matter how much heart is put into something if it’s not hitting the mark in some way to get others to feel it. In music there’s always a debate that blues music is the most heartfelt. However, I can argue that there is a lot of poorly done blues. On the flip side there are a lot of other genres that can have tons of heart and mean it as well.
As I’m saying goodbye to some of the last remnants of a cold today, this song is what got my attention for it’s heart today: Home. It’s a southern blues meets pop kinda thing. If a bigger voice comes in a small package, I don’t know who has it better than Marc Broussard.
This song gets off to a rip roaring start right off the bat. There’s a huge feeling of a large group of people clapping and stomping hands and feet. Simple little lines eek their way into the song’s DNA and then Marc’s southern fried voice rolls right across everything like a soulful steamroller.
One can’t help getting their body moving once the song is in full swing and the choir joins in. It’s a building barn burning stomp.
Contagious. Get it!