Over the Rhine Releases The Trumpet Child

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Today is a rare day. It is an album release day from Over the Rhine, the world’s best band you’ve never heard of. I know that’s clichéd, but it’s really true. You must give Over the Rhine a listen… they’ve been at it for fifteen+ years, and have created some of the best American music of the last decade (seriously).

Anyway, you can read my review of their new album, The Trumpet Child, here.

Listening to a new album from Over the Rhine is like coming home after a long vacation—or remembering some old, long-forgotten joy. Perhaps it’s because I have so many memories associated with the band and their music, among them:

  • Being introduced to their music in college by my friend and roommate Ryan Hamm (whose incessant play of Good Dog Bad Dog won me over).
  • Declaring March ’03 “Over the Rhine month” in the Wheaton College school newspaper, The Record (I was entertainment editor at the time, and evidently had license to declare random “months” such as this), and letting Ryan review the major albums of OTR’s oeuvre for four weeks straight.
  • Having dinner with Linford before an Over the Rhine concert at Wheaton. He spoke with such poetry.
  • Seeing OTR perform the perfect concert at Schubas (an intimate tavern-like venue in Chicago) in October of 2003. To this day, it is not only the best concert I’ve seen them play (and I’ve seen them live six times), but also the best concert I’ve ever seen anybody play (and I had just seen Simon and Garfunkel and Radiohead the month before).
  • Walking out from a January OTR concert at Chicago’s Old Town School of Folk Music, into a fluffy white snowstorm, the lyrics of Snow Angel still lingering in the air.

For me, Over the Rhine represents a specific time in my life, and I suppose all good music does this to us—it brings to mind a memory, a song or a sound that is forever replayable in our mind. Perhaps Linford says it best in the liner notes of Trumpet:

And me, my first memory, the sound of a trumpet at a tent meeting revival, I was sitting on my mother’s lap, I remember that bright brass bell, that eggtooth blast waking me up, snapping the world into focus, piercing the womb of distant muffled things, stirring my conscious mind, the sound of a trumpet! And I remember the small wooden stage at the front of the tent, strings of bare lightbulbs, my sister Grace’s braids, and me forming my first real thought: I need to be where the sound is coming from.

For me, Over the Rhine’s music does just this: it snaps the world into focus. I need to be where the sound is coming from, and so do you.

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4 responses to “Over the Rhine Releases The Trumpet Child

  1. Spoken with poetry yourself. Over the Rhine has been very important in my life as well. Mary’s Waltz is probably the most evocative, because of the song itself, and because of curling up, alone and depressed in a tiny house on a Maine winter night and finding release and healing in the music.

    Sadly, I’m poor and several albums behind. On the other hand, it’s becoming more and more to look forward to!

    ~Jessica

  2. i couldn’t agree more. ohio is magical. looking forward to hearing this new album…haven’t yet

  3. Yeah. I was at the that 2003 Schubas concert too. It was my first time to see them in concert after being a fan for a decade and it was truly awesome. I remember one of my friends, who was basically being exposed to the band for the first time at that show, turning to me after they did “The World Can Wait,” and saying, “That took me away to another place.”

  4. Excellent site, keep up the good work

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