{"id":3468,"date":"2016-11-27T22:36:06","date_gmt":"2016-11-28T03:36:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nowthissound.com\/ntsib\/?p=3468"},"modified":"2016-11-27T22:36:06","modified_gmt":"2016-11-28T03:36:06","slug":"video-social-distortion-angels-sing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nowthissound.com\/ntsib\/2016\/11\/27\/video-social-distortion-angels-sing\/","title":{"rendered":"Video: Social Distortion, When the Angels Sing"},"content":{"rendered":"

One Social Distortion<\/a> show I went to – it may have been the last one, I don’t remember – my companion and I wedged ourselves into a spot on the risers near the pit (we were at Roseland) and, as is the way of things, started chatting with people nearby. About halfway through the show a man wriggled out of the pit and came to visit one of the ladies in front of us. He was sweaty and kind of battered but thoroughly happy. It was the kind of happiness that enlivens a group, as the energy of the pit rolled off him and enveloped us.<\/p>\n

That’s what I think of, when I think of Social D. That dude, and his lady, his tattoos and big grin, and how he shook himself like a wet, sweaty dog and we made rueful faces and then assured him he was never too old for the pit. <\/p>\n

This When the Angels Sing<\/i> from White Light, White Heat, White Trash<\/i> (1996). It’s not as iconic as Ball and Chain<\/i> or Sick Boy<\/i>, but I’m fond of it.<\/p>\n

Social Distortion - When The Angels Sing<\/div><\/div>
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