I’ve quietly fallen into another slump since getting sick last week. I’ve been feverishly combing through my files to post something now that I’m finally healthy. There’s been a problem though. None of the songs I have on my hard drive or on disc can compete with the one I’ve had implanted in my head for the last few months.
Brian McSweeney is someone I accidentally saw on stage a year and a half ago. I bought tickets to see Charlotte Martin (what’s up, Ken Andrews) with my wife. Mr. McSweeney graced the stage before Martin’s set. He blew me away. He made me wonder why I hadn’t seen him previously. And he has me wondering if I’ll ever see him again.
A simple search uncovers his former band called Matthew– a Chicago outfit that created some buzz in the late 1990s on the local circuit. When I saw him, it was just McSweeney with his guitar and his unmistakable self-depricating personality. Admittedly, there was a Mahaffey-like quality about him as well.
While his Myspace site only has one song to offer, it’s better than anything out there right now. “Vampire Rock” opens with a simple drum machine loop and a wistful acoustic guitar strum. His vocals are a bit listless yet earnest to the core as he sings about the internal conflicts of wrong and right as a person on the road.
Please listen to this track in the dark…
Then the vampires came
To bring desires you cannot feed.
Oh now the day is closing
Waking ravenous need.