Bless his heart, but Robin Wilson is a strange guy. It's not just the Gas Giants front man's manner of speaking -- a tone that has the slickness of a used-car salesman and the perpetual chipperness of a TV weatherman -- or his conversation -- an unrelenting jackhammer of self-promotion. It's that in talking to Wilson, you sometimes forget the man lists his occupation as "musician." Instead you feel you're being harangued by some marketing demagogue more interested in crunching numbers than strumming chords. With the exception of the Gin Blossoms' New Year's Eve reunion, Wilson has kept a pretty low local profile since the Gas Giants... More >>>