February 4, 2014

EP: Calamity Jane - Demos

 Calamity Jane's fuzzy punk songs prove that just because
you're a mess doesn't mean you can't have a good time.

Recently I rode a crowded Greyhound from a place where I feel alive to a place where I feel nervous, and that's when I listened to Calamity Jane for the first time. Since then, I've been hiding in my bedroom and drinking coffee and thinking too much. I've decided that if I could, I'd hop on my little beach bike and go someplace greener and warmer and quieter, and I'd blast Calamity Jane the whole way.

Philly's Calamity Jane seem to know how it feels to be a mess. It's like realizing that you're probably the most confused person you know and wishing that everyone would stop asking questions but also hoping that someone will show up with a plate of cookies and a stack of records. Hating that your favorite people are so far away and pretending that it isn't such a bummer to hang out alone. Wanting to rebel against a system that says you're crazy for dreaming of living creatively and honestly and trying not to freak out. Yet, Calamity Jane also seem to know that being a mess isn't the absolute worst, because they're cranking out fuzzy punk songs that I've been playing over and over. I'm claiming their cover of Harvey Danger's "Flagpole Sitta" as a personal anthem. Because sometimes it really feels like "everybody's coming to get me," and sometimes I think "the agony and the irony, they're killing me," but that song makes me want to sing along and dance in spite of it all. Just because you're a mess doesn't mean you can't have a good time.

STREAM IT:
Listen to Calamity Jane on bandcamp.

THIS STAFF POST WAS CONTRIBUTED BY:   Caroline Rayner, who likes getting tattoos and cutting up old magazines and driving long distances and baking cookies. She also writes things for Tiny Mix Tapes and, when she remembers, her blog.