My good friend married his high school sweetheart, also my good friend. They started seeing each other his junior year, her sophomore year. They went to different colleges and while everyone, including myself, waited for the phone call pronouncing their breakup, they instead grew closer and closer, despite becoming almost completely different people. Mark grew his hair long and started smoking pot. He got a hampster, named it Shirley and fed it corn. He bought every Phish CD in existence. Jen joined the field hockey team. She went to wine and cheese parties and out GPA-ed all her biology-major counterparts. She ran for school treasurer and won.
They’d alternate weekend visits. People that hadn’t know them during their high school days hid their shock during introductions. Even those who did were amazed Mark and Jen had made it so far. How could two people who had grown so opposite from each other, who spent their days in two different atmospheres, still love each other, still make it work? What was left?
For a long time, I didn’t know how they did it. Then I heard “Evil Urges.”
Much like Radiohead, My Morning Jacket is a shapeshifter. Each album they’ve put out sounds completely different from its predecessor. Their sound is nearly impossible to categorize they’ve altered it so much. Sometimes I’ll put on It Still Moves and sincerely ask myself how Evil Urges is the same band. They’ve gone from pure country jam band rock to something indefinable, a mixture of influences from all over the musical spectrum. In doing so, they became something I’d never imagine, something I may have never thought I’d enjoy. But I do enjoy My Morning jacket. A lot. And the fact that their evolution hasn’t turned me off actually says more about my feelings for them then if they’d just stayed the same and made it easy on me.
Turns out, all along, Mark and Jen were onto something.
#15: I need to visit a library ASAP.
#14: Jim James is Ronnie Von Zant, the lead singer of Mew, Prince, James Taylor and the howl of a motorcycle on a desolate road wrapped up in a flannel logger’s shirt stained with gasoline and PBR.
#13: Quickly, someone touch this guy! Wait, don’t!
#12: Nothing conveys wariness like maniacal laughing.
#11: Earning appreciation is as easy as considering another.
#10: There are reasons to be amazed all around us, even when channel surfing.
#9: Admit it, most urges are evil.
#8: I was 17 in 1997. That’s only 11 years ago. It really isn’t that long ago for everything that has happened since. It’s scary to think about what the next 11 years will hold.
#7: I still can’t figure out if the man on the album cover is staring at me or if his back is turned. And I don’t know what’s creepier. Not to mention I’m convinced he’s that lazy-eyed murderer from a movie I can’t quite remember.
#6: If you wish to freak someone out before leaving a room, gradually lower your voice then scream like someone cut your arm off.
#5: 3:03 on the title track is where the hot shit goes down.
#4: Trailer parks are a lot more fun than I’d imagined.
#3: I don’t feel complete when I hear “Sec Walkin” unless I’m chewing on a strand of grain.
#2: I know TwoGirlsOneCup really fucked me up just by my reaction to “peanut butter pudding surprise.”
#1: I’m equally confused, frightened, enamored and aroused. What an album.








