Down on your luck? Or need a song to brighten your day?
What we have for you here is a hopeful tune about persevering and second chances.
The song is called “Honey I Believe” and it’s by Chicago band Trickshooter Social Club.
The feel-good tune is an amalgamation of beautiful indie cooing, slick alt-country licks and rolling fills of pop punk percussion a la Green Day’s “Longview.”
We also like the lyrics. An example: “The Bible drawer/ And ice machine/ And all we have is all we need.”
Watch here and see what you think.
We don’t know about you, but we believe, indeed!
“Honey I Believe” and three more alt-country-rock infusions are included on Trickshooter Social Club’s latest EP, called Monte Carlo, which can be heard on their official website.
Head on over… and then get to know more about the band and frontman Steven Simoncic below.
SIX CRUCIAL QUESTIONS For TRICKSHOOTER SOCIAL CLUB
NAME: Steven Simoncic (lead-in photo, third from left)
BAND: Trickshooter Social Club
POSITION: Singer/Rhythm Guitar player/Co-songwriter/Co-founder
1. What is your earliest musical memory?
Listening to Dolly Parton records on my parent’s shitty wood-paneled home stereo. That and seeing Bruce Springsteen live at the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit after sleeping out all night to get tickets. Both mind-blowing experiences.
2. What has been your most embarrassing musical moment?
We once played an outdoor festival in the rain and our stage was literally sinking into the mud as we played our set.
3. What do you like and dislike about touring?
The down time. We are sort of wound to be pretty high energy. The waiting – the in between time – can get tough. Especially those pre-show hours when you just want to plug in and go.
4. What is your favorite record store, anywhere in the world?
Reckless Records in Chicago. Great eclectic selection of music… appropriately pretentious staff… awesome used section.
5. Other than your own music, what is your favorite song or album of all-time? Why?
Favorite song of all time – “Bird on a Wire” by Leonard Cohen – pure poetry. Pure art. Album? Appetite for Destruction. Dirty, greasy unapologetic Sunset Strip rock. Also pure art.
6. You wake up in a seedy Berlin hotel room with no recollection of the past 96 hours. Who is your first call?
My old friend Scooter – he’s the kind of guy that is smart enough to find a way to help, and wise enough to not ask too many questions.