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Apathy Girl and Other Tales

Musings of the Overly Naive Cynic

It was weird, usually the new music that I hear does not come to me in the isles of an Office Depot. But this time it did. I was attempting to ship some items via UPS when a man came up to me and said “Do you like music?” I wanted to blythly answer “Why no, no I don’t.” but there was an earnestness there. The gentleman introduced himself as Nick Venceil, a recently relocated recording artist of the singer/songwriter variety. “What kind of music?” He looked taken aback, what kind of a question is that? “Rock and roll.” It was a statement. It meant that there were musical roots there, a foundation in something that was found to be good, to be pure, from the heart. Listening to Vinceil’s music, this truth is more important than the sound itself.

The sound itself is uncomplicated, hand on a drum, acoustic guitar, harmonizing voices, tamboreen. The stories are classic, human, archetypal. The issue that comes with beautiful simplicity and univeral experiences are just that. Venceil nearly carbons himself, don’t listen to Chardonnay, a shared moment and memory, before or after listening to Amsterdam, where the sound is too familiar and the switch up is between drinking coffee or white wine.

Venceil is a talent destined to a artful following, people who want their music to be a reflection of themselves. However the issue with that is artful music types usually make music of their own, and may not need Nick to show them how to feel.


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