[Portland
OR] They weren’t quite bluegrass. For one, there was a whole lot of drum. More
classical emotional folk, chamber folk (yo, look at me invent genres) – lush,
lovely, melancholy. I kept thinking of that one-off band called Evening. They
clearly believe that life has meaning. They got jazz-y sometimes – and
sometimes made me think of The Mountain Goats, Spiritualized, Shins, Hidden
Cameras. I believe the hearts of the band were the keyboardist (small intense
Jewish-ish guy with a hipster-punk wife & child) and the drummer (small
& 80s-style free spirit). The upright bass player was the saddest looking
man ever, or maybe that was me. I severely disliked the lead girl – she
reminded me of snotty albino cousins crossed with The Shook Twins, Flames’
world I can’t enter – and she called out to all her fans in the audience –
hugely arrogant – werid vibes with the older keyboardist too despite wife/child
in audience. My dislike for her in her overly dramatic chique-hippy outfit made
me a dedicated fan of the average-sized mouse-y girl playing violin – I’m sure
she’s about 1000 times more interesting to talk to. They were totally sound nazis
– constantly asking for adjusments even after the show started – I like that
though.
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