Ceschi Ramos- Sad, Fat Luck

I will never be a millionaire. I will never own more than one house. Hell, I might not even be able to own a house. I’ll be lucky to find a job that supports my family and me at the same time. Ceschi says something similar: “Realize I will never blow up and that’s fine.” It’s that last “it’s fine” that’s the reason I needed to hear this album. Yeah, you might not blow up, but there are more important things. It’s okay. It’s fine.

It took me a couple of listens to get this album, realize I needed to hear it. There were way more vocal effects and that sort of thing on this album. It’s like Broken Bones with a layer of extra production. I thought I didn’t like that. I thought it ruined the experience. I just had to get used to it, listen to the lyrics, and it was okay again.

Ceschi has no illusions about life he’s chosen being a struggle:

They may say make lemonade

But it’s hard when your boss

wouldn’t piss on the flames that engulf you

Let alone give a nickel in change

for your grave when the job’s through

I’m reminded of the line off his previous album: “I’m a martyr at most/ I’m a failure at least/ in the eyes of history I’ll be nothing more than a leaf on a tree.”

At the same time, Ceschi wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s not as if he thinks this is fun. He has to do it, he is compelled to do it. And he’s fine knowing that he’ll never blow up, in fact he prefers it that way: “I’d rather play floor gigs for forty students/ than any fucking festival stage.” He’d rather be honest and stick to his vision than sell out. And that’s a message that still resonates with me. I’m not sure what the future holds, who is? But I am sure that I’d rather do a job I love, that I’m compelled to do, than something that eats the soul out of fear of insecurity. It’s an immature view to be sure, but at least I have Ceschi to reassure me.

5/5 You’re getting more of the same from Ceschi here, and there is nothing wrong with that.