A little rock goes a long way. I’m going to be feeling the frenzied guitars of Eric’s Trip for at least a week. Even though they technically broke up in 1996, Eric’s Trip still delivers the frenetic angst and tender disquiet of the early to mid 90s in a most excellent way… and it still seems relevant, even to this post gen Xer, who was still only twelve years old when they disbanded. And even though their guitarist and drummer look like someone’s crazy grandparents, they fucking rocked their hearts out. Julie Doiron was adorable as usual, and has inspired me to only ever dance with my hair. In the midst of the crowd of 30-somethings, who wanted to mosh but couldn’t bring themselves to actually do it, I turned to Andrew and ever so seriously said “We should start an Eric’s Trip cover band”. Follow me back down.