Listening to: sick times ep
last week i went to a pretty awesome show. don't be jealous. i didn't even know.
the band, the dials. the place, the melody inn.
there were some other bands playing, too and i saw some of that but i forgot all that already. the dials rocked my world. other than their handsome posters, that i'd seen about two weeks before then, i had heard nothing about these guys. my buddy, tom, was psyched when he saw the farfisa being set up. the marshall stack had been "customized" to say, "Marsha". an eastwood guitar that looked like it was having a new wave identity crisis sat midstage in it's rest. and then the count off to four on the sticks...
it was like many other openings at the melody inn. the band limbering up, feeling out the crowd. the crowd feeling out the band, the expectation of disappointment and the glimmer of that next big thing. my glimmer grew. as soon as i heard the vocal harmonies i could sense that this group was tight. though some might say that their sound is derivitive of the likes of sleater kinney or le tigre, i believe that they've stumbled onto something much greater. it's not the complex writing skills of later careers, or the virtuousity of younger ones that draw true fans. it's the feeling that these are people just like me that play in a band.
at the end of the day i don't want to idolize some figment of my imagination, i want to feel like i belong to something.
that night, watching them, nervous (as i'm sure they were), i felt like i was a part of something much bigger. it can't really be put into words. i just hope that whoever reads this has a similar experience.
