Wednesday, August 29, 2012

With the Band

A few years ago at one of those hippie festivals with lots of organic food and even more bare feet, I wandered onto the grass in front of the stage where a band called Holy Ghost Tent Revival was playing.  I fell in love that day—as much with the band’s unrivaled sound as with the energy level of their live show.  I sat on the ground and watched them, bereft of any desire to see the rest of the macramé and scented candles.  I can still picture the guys leaping up and down as they strummed and banged and honked and wailed.  The lyrics to one of the songs they played (something about a view from a rooftop, and then “it never felt so good to feel so small”) stuck in my head for a long time, but the song wasn't on their album, and I couldn't find it anywhere.

I'd heard that they were going to be in town a couple of times, but each time discovered with dismay that I could not make it to the show, for one reason or another.  A couple of months ago, I found them on the schedule at a local venue and decided that this was it—I was finally going to get to see them again.

In the meantime, I continue to get to know the people I work with, and have learned that a lot of them are musicians.  Two of the guys who work in support are in a band called Annuals, whom I had not heard but decided I liked almost immediately.  I went to one of their shows a couple of weeks ago and was blown away (which may have had something to do with having my favorite tune —“Hardwood Floor”— dedicated to me by name, at which point I may or may not have cried a little bit).  Needless to say, they procured one more screaming fan.

So you can imagine my excitement when I casually mentioned my plans to go see Holy Ghost Tent Revival and one of the guys said, “Oh that’s cool.  We’re playing with them.”  I honestly couldn’t have put together a better lineup if I had tried.  The show that I had already been looking forward to for more than a month had now become the ideal concert.  All I had to do was make it a week and a half without peeing myself.

Last Friday night, the wait was over.  I was not disappointed.

From walking through the door and being able to say, “I’m on the list” (which I found out shortly before the show), to getting to hang in the balcony area with the guys of Annuals after they played, to shaking hands with the members of Holy Ghost Tent Revival (with what was probably the biggest and most idiotic grin in history on my face), it was pretty much, to put it eloquently, totally the coolest night ever. Seriously, unprecedented levels of cool were reached.  Because apart from being musical geniuses, they are some of the friendliest people in the whole world.  They even played the song I remembered from the first time I saw them.  The name of the track is "Overlooking Brooklyn," and you can listen to it here.

My friends harassed me afterward saying that it was "like I had gotten to meet a celebrity."  My response was, "What do you mean, 'like'?"

Am I biased a little at this point? Possibly.  Should you listen to them or go see them if they come to your town anyway because they're genuinely awesome, biased or not?  A thousand times 'Yes.'

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  1. Both bands are dope. Good taste indeed.

  2. Raz... loved the blog. Any story that has the words "hippie" and "bare feet" in the same paragraph always gets my attention.

  3. So that's how you got up there! Glad you had a good time!