However, I had sweet 3rd pew seats at the Ryman for Old Crow Medicine Show with Pokey Lafarge and the South City Three. If I were to give that up to sit in my PJs and watch SyFy's Twilight Zone marathon, I would start the new year with a metric shit ton of regret. That's no way to start things off. I needed music to make me clap and stomp and wiggle so much that my spine would need traction. [Tangent: Did I really need to see "Nightmare at 20,000 feet" for the millionth time?]
|my fancy new concert lighter 2.0.|
After braving the wrapped around the building line and getting to our seats, I started to really get excited. We were so close! Although my fella is a big fan of the opening act, Pokey Lafarge, I didn't know much about him prior to the show. [Tangent: Unfamiliar opening acts are such a crap shoot. I have been both surprisingly delighted and completely bored by an opening act. Jamie had hyped him up saying he sounded and looked like he had stepped out of a bygone era.] Thankfully, he (along with the South City Three) were so incredibly high energy and talented that I think I was the only one not standing during the standing O they got after their set. Lafarge, channeling a young Gomer Pyle in depression era duds, also had a fancy washboard player packed with literal bells and whistles! [Tangent: Watch their NPR tiny desk concert HERE for proof of their awesomely infectious time warping style.]
|I really wish I could have gotten a better picture of this washboard...it was intense.|
Aside from the fratty guy standing in front of me with his arm crossed who was obscuring my view partially- I really enjoyed the show from start to finish. [Tangent: Seriously, if you are ever at a show and someone behind you is in a wheelchair- at least offer to move to the side a bit. A few inches can make all the difference. (That's what she said?)] It was a little strange since their former lead vocalist left the band last fall, so I had to get used to hearing some of their older stuff from a different voice- but it was still solid from start to finish...and there was a balloon drop at midnight...so I was a happy camper.
All in all, I'm really glad I didn't puss out and decided to start the year off in a positive happy way...with my honey in a bow tie in toe.
|do you like my beatlejuice jacket?|