A sparse audience of sleepy-looking loners and softly chatting couples sat at the high tables on the edges of the main room at the Old Rock House. The local guys of Tone Rodent climbed onstage, each of them either tuning strings or tweaking knobs or putting on a good don't-give-a-shit face.
The "late" set at Jazz at the Bistro starts at 9:30 p.m., about the time other jazz clubs are getting ready to open.
Fall has always been my favorite time of year, and I've tried to explain it in a lot of ways. No one explanation nails it though.
The line at the door of the Firebird snaked through the parking lot. This was the first sign. Then -- the smiles, the excitement, no one worrying about not getting in -- a sense of fate in the air.
Small miracles happen sometimes. Or, in the case of the Black Angels, good things make sense at the right time.
After playing its first show in St. Louis this past September, Deerhoof was on its way again up to New York state. A few days later, I got a chance to call and talk to founding member of Deerhoof and consistently ecstatic, creative force-of-nature drummer, Greg Saunier.
After Welsh songstress, Cate Le Bon's, ethereal opening set of songs, the crowd slowly set in on the stage, waiting anxiously. The crowd had a crush on Annie Clark, like anybody does who's ever heard her, seen her perform.
The Pageant was filled. This has happened before, but probably not quite like this. There was this current humming through the blood and words of the crowd and the musicians that suggested this night was something special.