If there's one album that's proven itself timeless, it's Jars of Clay's self titled release, circa 1995. If you don't listen to them, chances are you've at least heard the single Flood.It's one of those albums that play as a soundtrack to my years, with messages that directly speak to my life more every time I hit play and tones that hit dead on to where I've been and what I hope to find. Ok so maaaaybe I skip over a couple songs, but if you ever want to get into my head this is a good start.
I've listened briefly to a few other albums of theirs... I think i'll start playing those to see what they've really been up to for oh, the last 13 years. You'd think I would have followed them closer like The Goo Goo Dolls, but I think Jars got lost in my obsession with 90s Rock through high school and into undergrad. They even toured with Sting and Matchbox 20 at one point when their hits crossed over to rock popularity, but I was never big into live shows until late in high school. Not to mention the fact that the keyboardist's dad was my childhood Dentist, haha... a couple founding members are from my hometown. I once asked the dental hygienist why there was a humongous poster of the band hanging on the wall, and there's your answer. Maybe I'll schedule another appointment to see if I can get tix to their next appearance around here ;-)
