My memory’s shit. I just got my eighth concussion, followed two months later by a direct punch in the face that loosened some luggage upstairs. The upside to all this is that I’m virtually incapable of nostalgia because I have a hard time remembering in much of a linear fashion. I gotta really concentrate to separate what happened in 1998 from 2008. But, I did see Athens, Georgia’s Carrie Nations at a house show in Anaheim (the cops came that day) years ago, and I was blown away. They’ve got a sorta indie rock approach to songwriting, meaning there’s more attention to texture and dynamics, but it’s played in such a manner that the drummer’s glasses flew off his face from the combination of sweat and totally punishing the buckets. Be Still, their full length which I bought right after their set along with their split with This Bike Is A Pipe Bomb, is a flawless record. Like roses cropping up from blood spilt in the cracks of a sidewalk, the a-side of this 7” are songs recorded in 2003 that had never before been released. That’s the time capsule magic. The b-side is the remastered songs off the TBIAPB split that’s long out of print. Love me some Carrie Nations. Relevant? More than ever.