Album Review: I Love Everything I Get My Hands On by Bobby Trinity
Alright, buckle up, folks. We’re diving into Bobby Trinity’s 1977 gem, I Love Everything I Get My Hands On. This Folk, World, & Country masterpiece hails from the good ol’ US of A and was slapped onto vinyl by GRT Records. Now, let me tell ya, this isn’t your run-of-the-mill album—it’s got soul, grit, and a vibe that feels like sipping sweet tea on a creaky porch at sunset.
First off, the title track, “I Love Everything I Get My Hands On,” is just… wow. It’s one of those songs that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. The melody? Sticky as syrup. The lyrics? They’re simple but hit hard—like an emotional gut punch wrapped in flannel. You can practically hear Bobby shrugging his shoulders while he sings, like he’s saying, “Hey, life’s messy, but ain’t it beautiful?” I remember this track because it’s impossible not to hum along after hearing it once. Plus, who doesn’t love a catchy mantra about grabbing life by the horns (or whatever else happens to be within reach)?
Then there’s “Bring It On Home To Me.” Oh man, this cover of Sam Cooke’s classic absolutely slaps. Bobby takes the original and gives it a twangy, country-fried makeover that makes it feel fresh yet familiar. His voice cracks in all the right places, like he’s spilling his heart out over a campfire. What sticks with me here is how raw it feels—he’s not trying too hard to impress anyone, which ironically makes it super impressive. It’s the kind of song that makes you wanna call up an old friend or hug your dog or something equally sappy.
Now, don’t get me wrong—this album ain’t perfect. Some tracks drift into “background noise for pancake breakfasts” territory, but hey, even pancakes need their syrup, right? And Bobby delivers enough sticky goodness to keep things interesting.
Here’s the kicker: Listening to this record feels like finding a dusty photo album in your grandparents’ attic. It’s nostalgic, unpolished, and kinda charming in its imperfections. But honestly, isn’t that what folk music’s all about? Life ain’t always glossy magazine spreads; sometimes it’s faded Polaroids and coffee-stained napkins.
So yeah, give I Love Everything I Get My Hands On a spin if you dig tunes that feel like they’ve lived a little. Just don’t blame me if you start craving biscuits and jam halfway through.
