Just released today by the Gaslight Anthem.
Very sad and touching. And one of the most beautiful songs I’ve heard in my life.
The Gaslight Anthem/Hurricane Sandy Relief video
The Gaslight Anthem Live at Music Hall of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY, streamed Live on May 16 2012
1. Great Expectations – Starts at 0:24
2. Old White Lincoln – Starts at 3:35
3. American Slang – Starts at 7:26
4. The Diamond Church Street Choir – Starts at 11:10
5. We Came to Dance – Starts at 14:54
6. Even Cowgirls Get the Blues – Starts at 20:43
7. The ’59 Sound – Starts at 25:22
8. Film Noir – Starts at 28:46
9. Miles Davis and the Cool – Starts at 33:22
10. 45 – Starts at 40:13
11. Blue Jeans & White T-Shirts – Starts at 43:33
12. The Patient Ferris Wheel – Starts at 47:34
13. I’da Called You Woody, Joe – Starts at 53:08
14. Biloxi Parish – Starts at 57:07
15. Wherefore Art Thou, Elvis? – Starts at 01:01:44
16. Wooderson – Starts at 01:04:43
17. The Queen of Lower Chelsea – Starts at 01:07:35
18. Here’s Looking at You, Kid – Starts at 01:14:46
19. The Backseat – Starts at 01:20:05
20. The Spirit of Jazz – Starts at 01:28:16
21. She Loves You – Starts at 01:31:35
22. Baba O’Riley (The Who Cover) – Starts at 01:35:45
2012 Sep 29 – 2013 Jan 11
Sep 29 The Black Keys Central Park (Saturday 5:00 PM)
Sep 29 Strawberry Fields B.B. King Blues Club and Grill
Sep 30 Harlem Gospel Choir – B.B. King Blues Club and Grill
Oct 17 Johnny Winter Opening Act: DEBBIE DAV… B.B. King Blues Club and Grill
Oct 25 Counting Crows Roseland Ballroom
Oct 25 Grimes Music Hall of Williamsburg
Nov 16 Lamb of God Roseland Ballroom (Friday 6:00PM)
Nov 28 The Gaslight Anthem Terminal 5 (Wednesday 7:00 PM)
Nov 29 The Gaslight Anthem Terminal 5 (Thursday 7:00 PM)
Nov 30 The Gaslight Anthem Terminal 5 (Friday 7:00 PM)
Dec 20 Leonard Cohen Barclays Center
Dec 28 My Morning Jacket The Capitol Theatre
Dec 31 Gov’t Mule Beacon Theatre
Dec 31 Nas Radio City Music Hall
Jan 11 Dirty Projectors Carnegie Hall
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The Gaslight Anthem is one of the best rock bands making their name on the scene. This is Damn Good Music!
Handwritten is the fourth studio album by American rock band The Gaslight Anthem, released on July 20, 2012 by Mercury Records. Produced by Brendan O’Brien, the album was preceded by the single “45”.
All songs written and composed by Gaslight Anthem.
1. “45” 3:23
2. “Handwritten” 3:58
3. “Here Comes My Man” 3:35
4. “Mulholland Drive” 3:53
5. “Keepsake” 4:02
6. “Too Much Blood” 5:07
7. “Howl” 2:04
8. “Biloxi Parish” 3:46
9. “Desire” 3:15
10. “Mae” 4:07
11. “National Anthem” 3:40
Total length: 40:50
Brian Fallon – vocals/guitar
Alex Levine – bass
Ben Horowitz – drums
Alex Rosamilia – guitar
*** UPDATED TOUR DATES FOR THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM – CLICK HERE
Sep 20 Houston, TX Bayou Music Center
Sep 21 Pensacola, FL De Luna Fest
Sep 24 Denver, CO The Fillmore Auditorium
Sep 25 Denver, CO The Fillmore Auditorium
Sep 28 Mesa, AZ (Phoenix metro area) Mesa Convention Center
Sep 30 Oakland, CA (San Francisco metro area) Fox Theater
Oct 1 Las Vegas, NV Hard Rock Hotel and Casino
Oct 2 Reno, NV Grand Sierra Resort, Grand Theatre
Oct 4 Victoria, Canada Save On Foods Memorial Centre
Oct 15 London, UK (London, UK) O2 Academy Brixton
Oct 17 London, UK (London, UK) O2 Academy Brixton
Oct 18 Manchester, UK O2 Apollo Manchester
Oct 19 Glasgow, UK O2 Academy Glasgow
Oct 20 Birmingham, UK O2 Academy Birmingham
Oct 21 Bruxelles, Belgium Ancienne Belgique
Nov 27, 2012 Philadelphia, PA The Electric Factory
Nov 28, 2012 New York, NY Terminal 5
Nov 29, 2012 New York, NY Terminal 5
“I needed to find my own story, away from my parents’ and friends’ stories.” ~ Brian Fallon
Four days after Times Square was evacuated on account of an undetonated Pathfinder, it’s as swarming with tourists as ever, necks craning from atop Gray Line double-decker buses for better views of the billboards above and the poor flunkies sweating through Elmo and SpongeBob costumes below.
One of these buses, however, contains visitors not from Germany or Indiana, but from New Brunswick, New Jersey (Exit 9, thanks for asking). Mostly it’s an excuse to tool around the city on a day custom-made for just that. But at the risk of shining too bright a light on the inner machinations of a contemporary music magazine, the tour bus hired to leisurely chauffeur the Gaslight Anthem around New York City on this brilliant May afternoon is also a metaphor. This band, so associated with blue-collar Jersey lore and iconography that they bring up the Born to Run allusions so you don’t have to, have left the comfort of home to seek the big time. Metaphorically speaking. But also, they don’t live where they used to.
“Only in New Jersey would the state song be about leaving it,” says lead singer/guitarist/majordomo and recent Brooklyn transplant Brian Fallon, firing up another Marlboro Light and ducking low-hanging traffic lights along 42nd Street. He clutches a bottle of Coke while drummer Benny Horowitz, guitarist Alex Rosamilia, and bassist Alex Levine flout open-container laws and swig beers procured from a gouge-happy Times Square bodega — $55.56 for three six-packs, domestic. All four members have lived within an hour of the city most of their lives, save for the nearly 600 shows they played circa their 2008 breakthrough, The ’59 Sound. (“I think that’s what makes a Jersey band,” says Rosamilia. “They don’t ever go home.”)
And like many Garden Staters, they’re accustomed to being in the shadow of Manhattan rather than in its thrall: close enough to pop in and see a band play, but far enough that enterprising young punks had to make their own fun, staging all-ages shows at the local Elks lodge, as Horowitz did as a teenager. The band suggest a visit to Five Points, the infamous 19th-century slum (see: New York, Gangs of); told that it’s now an anonymous block in the financial district, they shrug and go back to their beverages.
“Welcome to our country!” bellows a pedestrian below.
“I want to know what these neighborhoods were like 40 years ago,” Fallon, 30, told me earlier. “I’m always looking for that thing because there used to be something to chew on, and now there’s nothing.”
“There’s almost too much going on here for me,” says Horowitz, 29, who recently moved from New Brunswick to nearby Jersey City to live with his girlfriend. “My plan was to never really leave central Jersey.”
Fallon, however, has grown restless, to his band’s benefit. To say that on their third album, American Slang, the Gaslight Anthem have outgrown and outstripped their VFW hall roots is only part of the story. They are alternately homesick and sick of home. Unsurprisingly for a band that has the word anthem in its very name, the record sounds big and sounds like it wants to be big, embracing comparisons to populist world-beaters like Springsteen and Tom Petty in a way that somehow doesn’t feel incongruous with the DIY punk world they still very much inhabit.
“Too many bands are embarrassed about success,” Fallon says. “If someone tells you they don’t aspire to be the biggest band in the world, it’s like, why even bother? Who doesn’t want to be the Rolling Stones? Where you get lost is when you try to be that.”
Put another way: They’re pulling out of here to win.
Brooklyn’s Prospect Park is a sprawling, lush 585-acre expanse that would be the crown jewel of any city that didn’t happen to also have Central Park. Brian Fallon moved two blocks away from its Grand Army Plaza entrance six months ago, but this is his first time here. It’s yet another brilliant spring afternoon, a few days before the bus ride, and the park is bustling with people on wheels: walkers, wheelchairs, strollers, bikes.
With most of his exposed skin covered in tattoos, Fallon looks like a refugee from a less genteel corner of the borough as he’s parked on a bench sipping a coffee. It could certainly be reasoned that shacking up in Brooklyn is de rigueur for any East Coast band on the make — sign a lease in Williamsburg, then wait a couple weeks to be featured in glossy roundups with Dirty Projectors. But this is not that Brooklyn, and Brian Fallon is not that wily a strategist.“I’m not gonna move to Williamsburg; those people freak me out,” he says. “But really, I don’t care where I live.” Fallon’s wife, who’s from the Bronx, was eager to move back into the city, and she found the apartment while he was in the thick of recording American Slang at the Magic Studio in downtown Manhattan. And with the next year and a half or so set aside for touring, he’s not exactly putting down roots. The move was more about where he wasn’t living. “I was looking to get lost,” he says. “No one I know is from here, no one I admire. Nothing familiar, no history I can gravitate to. I needed to find my own story, away from my parents’ and friends’ stories. Time for me to put on my own shoes.”