The Gaslight Anthem are something like the Hold Steady with tattoos and blue collar jobs instead of Eddie Bauer shirts and college-degrees. I know they’re from New Jersey, but their blend of punk rock and Springsteen anthems tell me something important about the rusted and vacant refineries that litter the Cleveland cityscape, and the neat but worn-out houses sitting on tree-lined streets throughout the city.
This song has an optimistic bounce that belies its rust-belt melancholy – like the shiny reminiscing that obscures the sadness of nostalgia. So start this week with the bright side of some memories of the friends, music, and places that make you think kids these days don’t know what they’re missing.