The Blake Babies - Nothing Ever Happens
From the album God Bless The Blake Babies (2001)
Dear Juliana Hatfield: I’m like 99.9% certain that was you in front of me in the Whole Foods line earlier tonight. And I really wanted to (1) confirm that it was, in fact, you, and (2) tell you how much I’ve enjoyed your music over the years. Partially because I’ve read your book and I know that you sometimes lose sight of the fact that people really do feel a connection with your music, and they/we really do appreciate it. And partially because I didn’t want to be the creep that’s just doing that “Is that her? I think that’s her…” staring thing that people do when they see someone famous or musicianly or whatever. In any case, it was the dinner hour, you were wearing shades in the store, and I didn’t want to annoy you by interrupting while you bought what I can only presume was organic popcorn. Because even cool indie musicians deserve to buy their popcorn in peace, don’t they?
So in lieu of pestering you in the checkout line, I thought I’d just post a link to one of my favorite tracks off your 2001 reunion album with your old band, Blake Babies. I’ve written previously about how much I loved this album when it came out, and how the gig the band played in support of it is still one of my all-time favorite concert experiences. This track, Nothing Ever Happens, is a great example of the kind of high-quality power-pop that makes this album such a standout, more than a decade after it was released. You didn’t write this song, but you gave it the bite and attitude, anchored with those choppy, crunchy power chords propelling the song forward, that makes it so punchy, sloppy, and great. It’s about as fine a rock song about ennui and growing older as I’ve ever heard, and it’s one of the standouts on a criminally under-appreciated album.
Anyway, you go enjoy your Whole Foods purchase, and I’ll just enjoy the rest of this disc. Seems like a fair deal.