Click, click. Chaos.
That was the sound I would search for in the parking lot when I was nine years old and my sister would pick me up from school. She would play “Understanding in a Car Crash” like a sound trail (instead of cookie crumbs) to the car.
The whole way home I sang every word of Full Collapse. Now here we are ten years later and Thursday has called an end to their 13-year career. For what it’s worth, I’d like to share some of my memories of the band since they’ve always been a part of me.
I was lucky enough to meet Thursday one winter. I got to sit on their bus and just talk. Not as a journalist. Not as a writer. Just as a fan. I can without hesitation say Geoff Rickly, Tucker Rule, Tom Keeley, Tim Payne, Andrew Everding, and Steve Pedulla are down to earth, passionate, and funny guys. No rock ‘n roll bullshit. They couldn’t be; I mean, we were listening to “Straight Outta Compton,” baby.
A few minutes later I was standing by the bar in my hometown club (fun fact: part of the “For the Workforce, Drowning” video was shot there), seeing with disgust this totally brootal band on stage that was beginning to make me lose hope in music. Just then Rule walked by, pinched my arm and smiled. There were funny times, but we could count on New Jersey’s finest to be the purveyors of knowledge too. Rickly wrote some of the most informative and well-written articles on the music business. This only underlines the fact what counts is to “Stay True.”
These words are written next to a signature on my copy of No Devolucion. It’s there with the pictures, set lists, and drum sticks. As far as I can remember, I’ve seen them live once every year. I was lucky enough to see live debuts of songs as well as my favorite, “Asleep in the Chapel” -allegedly the only time it was ever done. This all, and the best show I ever saw was a Thursday one. That energy and the eerie silence of attentiveness by the crowd when they spoke can still be felt. I re-watched Kill the House Lights last night, and I’m reminded about the story of how people went up at another band’s last show and said what the band meant to them.
Look, I’m no epitaph writer. I hate ends for they are bittersweet at best. I wrote and rewrote this about 20 times. You want it to be something that the band would be proud of. But this will never be perfect- I can live with that. For me, Thursday is part of the reason why I do what I do today. For that, I am endlessly in debt to Thursday- you said it best: thank you. Thank you for all the memories and we will support you with wherever the future takes you. It’s a strange world.
This is where my last Thursday lesson comes in: we are a community. Please post your stories as well. I would love nothing more than to read them.
“There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night/ And the leaves don’t abandon their trees to the light/ Where the skies always clear/ And the summer never ends/ Won’t you take me there?/ The leaves will fall/ So will you/ When you do, bury me under them too/ Seconds pass; we’ll make it through/ Eventually we all are going home.”