Moving Up Living Down, Nate

I'm on vacation this week, and unlike our man J** K***, I don't really get around to much blogging during vacations. This is especially fraught this year because I am 44k words into a novel that I will finish this summer goddamnit, and every day I don't throw 1,000 words down is a day I'll have to make up some other time. I wish my life were different, but it's the same one I always had. Anyway, I didn't think I'd get to blogging like I said that one sentence ago, but after my blood brother and number one guy Gary came out for the Constantines last week, the least I could do was get up early, throw the baby into the car seat, and drive around the Berkshires listening to Eric Hutchinson. Real recognize real, Gary.

Anyway, Eric Hutchison (may not be spelled correctly, will not be checking). Not surprised the kids liked it. Very easy for a kid to like. Tuneful but not really catchy. Pleasant but not really an earworm to be found. Does not rock but possesses the elements and tactics of rock. Very much from the Jason Mraz adult contemporary playbook, which is a fine and durable playbook that will keep an artist on the road and making money from network television soundtrack work for as long as network television exists. Scrubs-core, basically. It definitely isn't bad but it ain't the other thing either.