With working at home during the Covid-19 lockdowns, I have pulled out a lot of my vinyl and gave it a spin. This was one I hadn’t listened to in a couple years and when I did, I remembered that this was the last great album Train had done. At this point, Train was down to only 3 members, Pat Monahan, Jimmy Stafford and Scott Underwood. My wife and I had met them a couple years earlier on the ‘Save Me, San Francisco’ Tour and they were super nice and they are kind of “our” band. They were anyway, now it is the Pat Monahan show as he is the only original member left, but that is another story for another day.
What we loved about the band is really the songs. Lyrically, Pat is a master at slipping in pop culture references in to the lyrics and the band can write some hooks and pretty damn catchy choruses. It is wonderful, pop music. And this album, the band outdid themselves with all of the above. They did bring in some outside writers, but Pat was still the driving force behind them as they are usually very personal songs to him. He spent three years writing the album while on tour for the previous items and they all reflect pieces of his life in some way or fashion.
The album is called “California 37” which is a State Highway in Northern San Francisco which the band seems to call home. The road was often used to get to gigs and they even broke down on it and what band hasn’t done that on the way to a gig. The album has this light, California vibe to it and it makes you feel good as you listen. From the opening track, “This’ll Be My Year” you know you are in for a treat. The song travels through his years in life and is a bio of his life and completely filled with Pop Culture references so you can put the year’s in to perspective. It is brilliant. It has the classic line…”I stopped believing, although Journey told me don’t”. Continue reading “Train – ‘California 37’ – Album Review”