blind pilot

i went to an awesome show last night. this band randomly appeared during one of my i-tune safaris this summer. during the slow, hot days they were like air conditioning to my ears. when the paper announced they would be playing at one of my favorite venues, i vowed not to miss it.
taking a seat on the long pew like bench it became apparent that this band from portland had a local fan club. the opener, low anthem, out of rhode island really caught my attention and the mixed energy of song composition and instruments, plus the general spirit of the group was comforting. music like that is both uplifting and tragic…all based on reality. this damn house had such a nice story.
they left the stage and it seemed odd that they weren’t the main act…admittedly there have been times when the opener was annoying…like static noise… and i wondered how on planet earth they got signed up to tour with the band?
at any rate, this group was definitely not a 2nd class act.
during low anthem’s performance, the headliner mingled amongst the crowd. they stood in front of me. i could have gone up to said band members, maybe they would have taken a picture with me…or thought i was a dork.
eventually it was their time to own the stage. their presence was big. energy calm. talent-blessed. honestly, the lead singer’s voice is just pure honey…slowly trickles out of his mouth and crystalizes as it hits the microphone. like sound wave nectar. delectable.
sometimes lyrics are words jumbled together to fit with a top 40 style beat…and then there are lyrics that seem to be ripped from my journal. only they seem to make more sense when put to music.
did i mention there was a trumpet? i heart trumpets. how the bow crosses its strings made the bass seem more like the wing of a giant bird. at times fleeting, the bow would then return.
musical migration… tempos would bend and realign.
there was laughter as Lead Singer told a story and thanked everyone for coming…even on a monday.
i have come to the conclusion that generally speaking…a sign of a good show (for me) is when i can move my body to the beat, sing along for those chorus like parts…and when i can go inward; music is beautiful in that although you feel it...it's really touching you. the perfect shift of back and forth.

thank you blind pilot, for your reciprocation.