Well, it's Jesse Michaels from the Classics of Love you know. Stellar chap. His father was a writer. Named the Classics of Love after a reggae song that he heard in a dream, don't you know? In addition to the Classics of Love, he also fronted Common Rider, Big Rig. He fronted Operation Ivy. An articulate, thoughtful, enigmatic artist. I didn't care too much for Op Ivy when they were first shown to me by a ska-loving girlfriend. That I reminded her of this bloke proved a point that stuck in my head long after the demise of our relationship. Somewhere along the line, I got around to revisiting Op Ivy. As I was getting older, I grew impressed with the clarity of youth-optimism that Michaels never seems to have lost the ability to express despite age and the multitude of disillusionment that comes from being a lowly citizen of outlets such an empire as the United States. I only grew more impressed, going on to discover his writing with the other bands. He wrote a book called Whispering Bodies: A Roy Belkin Disaster. I'm looking forward to reading that one. To this day, I'm excited to hear about anything to do with Michaels. I feel as if he has a wholly authentic way of seeing and is able to express American culture in such a non-conceited fashion that it becomes valuable. Unlike money-prosperity, the bounty of his art attains a grace unto itself. Endeavouring to live up to the kind of impression he leaves with his songs makes me feel unafraid of dying. If you're looking for heart strength; what we refer to in Australia as ticker, you could do a lot worse than to unearth the art of Jesse Michaels.
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