Some people will tell you that bar bands make irrelevant music. These are the same people that will tell you that television is beneath them and that their clothes are from a European country (the country changes with the whims of their peers). They are not to be taken seriously. They take themselves seriously enough for the both of you.
Geoffrey J. makes bar band music. It is the blues rock of cheap whiskey and Budweiser chasers, good drink specials and bad decisions. “Drink Some Mo’,” his rollicking celebration of southern rye, is all the evidence you need.
This is not to say that Geoffrey J. is a one-sided coin. When the lights go up and the last-call bell rings, insight creeps up; reminding you what put you on that stool. “Mary Moeur” is the perfect song for one last slow dance with the memory of the girl that broke your heart.
I have a feeling Geoffrey grew up on grunge. His music brings to find the “alternative” rock of the mid-nineties, after Nirvana committed genocide, killing all the hair bands.
Geoffrey J. is an artist I will see live. Not “I really want to,” but I will. While I’m getting a bit long in the tooth, and my drinking days are behind me, I know that Geoffrey J. will remind me of the high times and high drama of my younger days.
