It's easily most difficult to write about Jawbox, since, after all, it was our band. You want to be dispassionate, clinical, objective, driven by the facts. That we can do. Jawbox was a rock band that played a lot of shows, put out a lot of records, and spent more than its fair share of hours in a beige '88 Econoline named Giuseppe. The band lived in a house in Silver Spring, MD, wrote all of its songs in the basement, and made records in Arlington, Baltimore, and Hoboken. Jawbox started with three people in 1989, and ended with four in 1997. Drank a lot of coffee in America, ate a lot of frites, Tartex, and tire cheese in Europe. Played drums, bass, and guitar. Sang till it was hoarse.
Does that do it? Not by a long shot. A life, be that of a person, a horse, or a rock band, isn't so much the sum total of its possessions and its output, as it is the web of other lives it touched, and by which it was touched. Putting that web into words is a task better left to the listener. Or better yet, leaving those connections untouched, indescribable, is perhaps best of all.
Thank you for listening.