Buchalski and Other Terrible Ideas

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Andy Hull has been a busy man over the past few years with Manchester Orchestra and Bad Books, but fans have been waiting for a new and final Right Away, Great Captain! album since 2008. Don’t worry, The Church Of The Good Thief is just about here. PropertyOfZack is truly honored to be teaming up with Andy in a big way for this album, and we’re kicking it off with part of an interview that we recently did together where Andy discusses the story of the final RA,GC! record. Check it out below and tune in soon for album details and much more!

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This is the beginning of a series of posts that will eventually make a story, perhaps a novel. I haven’t decided on a name for the whole thing as of yet. Anyway, enjoy.

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The sun was falling. The wind was dying down. Winter was on the sun’s heels, and Jonathan Gurney was uncertain that the road would ever end.

Jonathan Gurney was a good man. A decent man. This story really wasn’t meant to be written about him; he is just a pawn, like every other character. His life is just as meaningful or meaningless as the rest. He carries not intrinsic importance. Yet, like all pawns, given the right set of circumstances, and the right mistakes by the opposition, a pawn can become the most important piece.

Jonathan was wide awake, which was making the drive so much worse. He couldn’t zone out and make the ride much shorter. He was aware of everything he was passing, every crack in the pavement he went over at a mile a minute, every house he passed that was near enough the road to see, several mailboxes. It was rather dull to begin with. He knew it would get more difficult when the sun set and he could only see what his headlights would allow. He shuffled in his seat, attempting to get the most comfortable position for the next four hours he could. He had tried playing music earlier, but driving through small towns in Minnesota doesn’t exactly give you a great variety of radio station, he had become too accustomed to the songs on his iPod, so he tried silence instead. He knew it wasn’t anything to worry about or anything like that he knew there were really worse problems than not having anything to listen to on a long drive I mean just think of all the starving kids in Africa and all that I mean there’s really a lot worse and ooh that’s an interesting mailbox painted all red white and blue and oh god the sky really is getting rather cloudy I do believe we will have snow soon which will make this drive oh so much fun and golly this would be a lot more fun with someone else but this job will be totally worth it I mean how much am I getting paid to drive around like this all the time it really is ridiculous but I mean I really need it because it really is no fun to be driving at all hours of the night and

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As Clay reached his seat, he gave an expecting, understanding look. Kyle looked straight ahead, elbows on his knees, clearly uneasy about talking. Then after a few seconds he spoke with a certainty that showed how clearly he had though through what he had planned to say when the moment came. He did not stutter, pause, misspeak, or need to clarify anything. He avoided eye contact at all costs, instead aiming his eyes straight forward through the windshield. As Kyle spoke, Clay took in every word the young man spoke, eagerly buying everything Kyle was saying. Never had Clay felt so alive while listening to the young man speak. These were his words:

“I suppose I should start at the beginning. I don’t want this to sound all gushy and shit, or like Holden Caulfield in The Catcher in the Rye called it ‘all that David Copperfield kind of crap.’ But I probably should explain my childhood and such.

“Like I said before, I’m from Gordonfield, Massachusetts. It’s a nice little town, with nice little houses, and nice little people. It wasn’t a bad upbringing. Many kids have it worse. I never didn’t have enough to eat, never felt bad about spending money, and got to have a pretty decent childhood. But my parents did one thing to completely ruin my childhood and, in my opinion my entire life in a way by sheltering me. In no way would I be here in this position if I had had the opportunity to see what I needed to see before it got too desperate in my head. I know that’s all very vague and everything will make sense when I’m finished with the story.

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