Red Collar

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Used Guitars 03:46 Tools
Hands Up 04:11 Tools
The Astronaut 04:28 Tools
Pilgrim 04:36 Tools
Stay 03:33 Tools
Radio On 05:21 Tools
The Commuter 04:43 Tools
Rust Belt Heart 03:38 Tools
Tools 03:56 Tools
Catch A Ride 05:01 Tools
Red Collar - The Astronaut 04:30 Tools
Orphanage 03:19 Tools
Tonight 03:56 Tools
American Me 03:27 Tools
Witching Hour 02:47 Tools
The Old Piano Roll 04:21 Tools
Fade Into the Night 05:14 Tools
Guitars 03:45 Tools
This House 04:14 Tools
Choices 02:48 Tools
Dodge K 03:24 Tools
Two Daughters 04:23 Tools
Welcome Home 04:01 Tools
Losing My Accent 03:51 Tools
Jinx Removing 04:35 Tools
I'll be your anchor 00:55 Tools
the fuel for the fight 03:27 Tools
Two Hand Touch 05:00 Tools
Hands Up (Radio Edit) 04:09 Tools
i'll be ok for a season 04:09 Tools
Of Heroes And Villians 04:09 Tools
The Orphanage 05:14 Tools
Call It In The Air 05:14 Tools
Hands Up - Radio Edit 04:11 Tools
Untitled 05:07 Tools
Stay Used 05:07 Tools
of heroes and villains 05:17 Tools
Hybrid Moments 01:56 Tools
Hands Up-RADIO EDIT 05:17 Tools
Hands Up (Live @ The Piano Bar) 05:17 Tools
Hands Up(Live @ The Piano Bar) 05:17 Tools
Dodge K Car 04:34 Tools
Prove Our Fathers Wrong 04:34 Tools
Why You Knocking 03:51 Tools
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What is ambition anyways? When Bruce was some scrap kid in a ski cap, touring the East, jumping the gate at Graceland, was that ambition? They called him a punk then. That was before punk- in terms of music-was set in stone. His music seemed plain, a return to revving it up when the main scene was adding more and more filigree. The longhair rock gods would have said he wasn’t ambitious enough. How about Fugazi? In refusing to play along with music business conventions, was that ambitious or just pragmatic? Did they cheat by drawing their boundaries too close, by refusing to get out of the small pond? What about when your trip to college gets you out of your working-class town but not much further? And you’re sitting in a cube, with a spreadsheet up on the screen, unchanged for hours, distracting yourself with the web, dreading the upcoming sit in traffic. Your friends back home are still waiting for someone to die so they can move up. They think it's funny how you moved down South, to one of those college towns, and you don’t have a winter coat anymore. You’re not blue collar, but the white collar world ain’t looking bright. You’re daydreaming about the music you’re writing at night. You get off the ladder and start a band. Ambitious? Can’t tell. Stupid? For sure. The music Red Collar plays ain’t bar rock (they don’t even have bars down here, not like home). It’s learned too much. It comes from Chapel Hill, but it’s got broad shoulders and thick skin. You can’t explain it to your old friends or your new bosses. But you can’t stop playing. ~Ben Donnelly Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.