Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Mike Gentry
Some of the propositions contained herewith in this debut session with Murfreesboro, Tennessee band Glossary, are not possible. They ask a lot. They have high hopes. It doesn't mean they're bad, or that they're wrong, it's just that they're bound to lead to less than desirable conclusions. The propositions are being made by people who want it all, but are still smart enough to know that they're not going to get it. They're negotiators, at heart, and they know that they've got to start high and work down because it just doesn't work going the other way. You simply must try to obtain the moon and the stars before settling - somewhat happily - for another quiet night on the couch, with Netflix streaming in the background, some reheated spaghetti from a few nights prior and a bottle of Barefoot's sweet red wine, which you've come to conclude ain't too bad for $4.99 a bottle.
These great big asks are things like, when Joey Kneiser sings, "Come on baby, give me all the love you've got." That could be quite a lot or it could be quite little. It might be asking a lot or it might be for that other person's own good. If they can just hand it over - all that wounded and vulnerable love - they might finally be giving it to someone who's going to safeguard it, who's going to shield it from further erosion and denting. Glossary songs throw us into the middle of these deep nights where people are most likely to be hurt. They still find that they like putting themselves into those nights - the ones with questionable outcomes. They sing about kisses taken out under the night's light and about how they only feel alive after midnight. These are big songs that pile-drive home the embers of lost and skittish nights and leave a person with one thing to shoot for, reminding us that "you don't want to be the one who dies with a broken heart that had a chance of healin'."