Within a Room Somewhere

24 04 2007

Ever since I heard their hit single, Kiss Me, I’ve always been a fan of Sixpence None the Richer – something about their melodies just struck a major chord inside of me. I later discovered that their eponymous album release back in 1999 was their third album, so with a little diligent research, I managed to dig-up the first two (which I suppose betrays my age, to a certain degree).

What first struck me upon hearing their second album, This Beautiful Mess, was how angst-ridden it sounded; none of their string-heavy sounds found in their later albums, this one was unabashedly guitar-driven.

One particularly standout song for me was Within a Room Somewhere, who’s refrain of

Escape the pain so deep
Within a room somewhere
Escape the pain so deep inside
I have no key, no map to find.

 really hit home, for some reason. Having a nice, heartfelt melody didn’t hurt either.


In case you are thinking this is a Sixpence None the Richer-themed post, well, it’s not. It’s actually about another band called Little Yellow Mustard Seed for whom the song I just mentioned holds a great deal of significance.


Little Yellow Mustard Seed was a college band formed back in 2001 by a bunch of friends when they discovered they could actually play instruments, sing, or both. They had a godlike (in my opinion) lead guitarist, a somewhat reluctant rhythm guitarist, a drummer who didn’t really know what he was doing (by his own admission), a socialite keyboardist, a highly-opinionated singer, and a bassist who was a little too-enthusiastic about playing every genre of music under the sun.  Within a Room Somewhere was one of the few songs everyone in the band liked and could actually play decently.


Little Yellow Mustard Seed disbanded little more than a year after its inception, under less-than-ideal circumstances – usually resulting from when a small group of people spend an inordinate amount of time together. There was much bitterness and anger; there was much pain.


In recent years, the lead guitarist has chosen to focus on his ministry in church, the singer and drummer have become an item, the rhythm guitarist works at a job that pays well but has her ranting about quite often, the keyboardist has gotten married and has a daughter, and the bassist has gone-off to pursue a career in music.


If it isn’t obvious yet…that bassist was me.


 I’ve recently been listening to Within a Room Somewhere and I’ve been wondering if I could get the orchestra to play it this coming school year. And if I could, how much of Little Yellow Mustard Seed could I “resurrect”, so to speak, to play parts we haven’t played in some six years? Would we be okay working with one another again, especially now that I “play” the grandest instrument known to mankind?


Escape the pain.




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