All that Glitters Might Be Gold
Without Gold from Starflyer 59, I might not be here today. I’d still be listening to generic CCM. Petra and White Heart would have morphed into Thousand Foot Krutch and Toby Mac, which would have become Mercy Me and Chris Tomlin. Truly, this album saved my musical existence. It introduced me to The Smiths, My Bloody Valentine, and the British indie rock scenes of the ‘80s and ‘90s.
The record just spoke to my soul. The dense wall of guitar fuzz washed over my ears and dug into my bones in ways I didn’t know music could. Jason sang about romantic anguish in hushed tones that resonated with the feeble prayers I lifted up (and the terrible poetry I hid from the world). The brooding tenor and timbre of the album seeped into my pores, fused to my spine, and introduced me to a whole new spectrum of music. I am not the man or music fan I am today had it not been for Jason Martin.