Monday, April 30, 2012
I Wish I Didn’t Have Blues From the Red Sun
“Blues for the Red Sun” changed me forever. I remember standing in the Jazz aisle of Camelot Music before we opened when the first riff of “Thumb” oozed from the speakers. In 1992 I was old enough to know what I was tired of hearing (grunge and hair metal) but young enough to keep my mind open about soulful, heavy music. Although the record was steeped in Sabbath and punk angst (Reeder said he thought Kyuss was more punk than metal), it was unique. Josh was funky and yet heavy, not an easy combination to pull off. But it was more than Josh’s riffs, Nick’s unholy bass tone, Brant’s fine chops, and John’s wailing. I could feel the desert wind on my face all the way from western Pennsylvania. Listening through headphones put me right in front of the boys and their infamous generator parties.
I can cite that moment as the inspiration for everything I’ve done as an artist since. I don’t want to be Kyuss or sound like them. I want my music to connect with people like “Blues for the Red Sun” did with me. I can’t listen to one track or even several tracks off that record. I have to listen to the whole damn thing, from “Thumb” to the four second closer of “Yeah” even if I have to sit in the car for 20 minutes after pulling into the driveway to do it. That’s what music should do to you. When fans come up to me after a show and tell me that they dig Threefold Law, and that they wish we could play for two more hours, I know I’m on the right track because that’s how I feel about Kyuss.
I’m still awestruck by the fact that it only sold around 40,000 units given the Kyuss legacy. Then again, I never cared about Billboard or retail sales when it came to my music.