I bake a lot of bread during the summer which inspired me to write a song about leisure, love, and baking.
Everyone and their mama knows that I have this major ear-crush on Inning. Their sound is a full-body experience, the vocals touch your soul, the instrumentals stroke your ears, and everything just feels pure but also sad at the same time; and also complete.
Does that make any sense? Sometimes I feel like I’m just writing an online diary or talking to one of those modern internet therapists.
I guess that’s what music is anyway.
Inning got its start last fall at The University of Virginia in Charlottesville, Virginia (apparently it’s a really good school. fun fact: my uncle went there). The cool thing about Inning is that it sounds like a full band but it’s actually just the homie Evan Frolov, laying out his life and love and soul and everything from his Macbook Pro in his dorm to the internet waves. He’s deep and cool; understands complexities of life, but is able to make them feel so simple and soulful. Which is a fucking art.
I think that good lyrics come from the words spoken on the street. If I don’t say it in real life, I won’t sing it, unless I’m being ironic, but I haven’t smoked that much pot.
So the thing about this track is that unlike some other tracks of his that really hit home (Expensive Flights makes me cry), this track truly is just about his love of baking bread, and love, and leisure.
It’s a mix of what you get with Inning and that’s what I love about them. It’s accessible and fun; beautiful and sad; and leaves a little spot on your heart.
This review was not paid for, I just really like their music. Hopefully you will too …