22 June 2012

Why That Was What I Needed to Hear


The Avett Brothers were just on Conan and they sang the most beautiful rendition of “Murder in the City” I have ever heard.  I almost missed it, going with my standard 2-hour block of Fraiser reruns on the Hallmark Channel (they bleep out every cuss word but ‘damn’—no joke), but remembered at 11:44PM, flipping over to TBS just in time to catch the last bit of Conan’s interview with some chick on that new version of Dallas (the only reason it’s doing well is because the people who watched the original Dallas are mostly still alive and have no American Idol to watch in the summer).  When Conan introduced the band, he was holding a vinyl version of the EP, Gleam II, one of the Avetts’ older albums, which I’m listening to on repeat right now (when I say repeat, what I mean is that when it finishes I just hit play again because I don’t know how to turn on repeat on Windows Media Player).  I love that album, but was a little confused.  I was expecting something off their new yet-to-be-released album (can’t wait!) or at least I And Love And You.  The album is more or more less just Scott and Seth too.  Conan said they were going to play “Murder in the City”.  I was excited, but confused.  Almost always this song is played by either just the two brothers or by Scott himself.  This though, this was the whole band.  Scott, Seth, Bob, Joe, and the new drummer guy, Jacob on trombone.  What came out was probably one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard.

It was all acoustic—Scott and Seth hunkered around a resonator mic in the middle of the stage with other mics strategically placed to pick up all the instruments.  Joe Kwon was on the far left with his cello, beside him Bob Crawford and his upright bass, and in the back right corner was Jacob Edwards, not on a drum kit but blowing on a trombone.  I wasn’t sure how they would adapt the song to the full band, but they did extremely well—well enough to the point where I almost wish they did it this way every time.  Joe’s cello work was immaculate and almost the driving effort behind the song—it basically left me speechless.  The surprising addition of the trombone was a nice subtle touch.  The only thing I thought that could improve was the vocals—I didn’t think Scott had quite the same power behind his voice as usual, though this could be because of the extra instruments and also because I’ve seen so many videos of him singing it solo, where there is much emphasis on his voice.  Also, I noticed Scott’s hair seemed much fluffier and dull rather than greasy and shiny, which I felt was unusual.

The first time I ever actually listed to “Murder in the City”, as in actually paid attention to the lyrics and the music and everything, I teared up a little.  I think had my mom not been sitting beside me, I probably would have during their performance on Conan.  I’m not ashamed to admit that.  It is a very powerful song and not the first song to make me feel that way.  I was driving through town and it came on shuffle.  I had to listen to it a second time just to make sure I actually heard what I heard.  I had to make sure I played it for my best friend, my little brother.  He loved it, and it became one of his favourites.  I don’t know how many times we’ve listened to that song.  We might not be blood-related and not have the same last name, but that song still means a lot to us.  I think it’s a song that everyone should listen to at least once in their lives.  This is the kind of song that changes peoples’ lives.  When you’ve written a song like that, that’s when you can retire.  But the Avett Brothers aren’t retiring anytime soon—they’re just going to write more songs like that.

When we went to the Avett Brothers’ show a couple weeks back we were really hoping to hear “Murder in the City”, but they didn’t play it.  Every time the condenser mic came out, we got excited in anticipation.  But the song never came.  Obviously, we were pretty bummed.  A couple days later, Joe tweeted the set list, which included “Murder in the City”.  I had to tweet back informing him that they didn’t play it.  He surprised me when he replied and said there are always alterations every night.  I tweeted back and told him it was unfortunate it had to be that song because the meaning it holds for my best friend and me.  He didn’t tweet back, though I didn’t really expect him to.  I know it’s crazy, but I’d like to think they sang that song for us.  It was an odd choice for a late night TV show—a slower song, or “dreary” as my mom described it—with bold, emotional lyrics.  And like I said, not a song intended for the entire band.  But for whatever reason, it was what they chose.  It’s because they knew that’s what I needed to hear.  I send my best friend a text telling him to turn on TBS and I hope he got it and was able to turn on TBS and hear it too because I think he needed to hear that song too—to remind us both of some things of which we need reminding.  Though we’re not actually related, we’re still brothers, and that’s a bond that is never broken.  Family is always there, no matter what, and no one and no force can change that.  Brotherhood is forever, whether by blood, marriage, fraternity.  Don’t ever forget that.  Sometimes there are bumps in the road, but everything will settle in the end.  In time, all will be well.  If you have a brother, find him and give him a hug.  Same for your sister, your mother, you father, your son or daughter.  You never know how long you’re going to have them.  Hug them and don’t let them go.  Last summer when the Avett Brothers were in Columbus we wanted to go and found tickets on Craigslist from a lady in Springfield whose brother had passed away recently.  I had said in the ad I wanted to take my little brother to his first concert.  Her email was brief, but it almost had me in tears.  She knows what this song is about; she was knows what I’m saying here.  It’s inevitable that you’ll have some kind of argument with a family member—most likely a sibling—throughout your life.  But in the end, it’s all petty.  Don’t ever let anything tarnish a relationship that is meant to be unbreakable.

15 June 2012

Why I Can't Wait Until They Come Back to Ohio


We finally got to see the Avett Brothers.  Live, in concert.  And it was amazing.  Easily one of the best shows I have ever seen.  I simply cannot wait until they are back in Ohio so I can see them again, especially with Bob Crawford back on the stage, who was absent from the show; I’m assuming he was tending to his ailing daughter.  We send good thoughts to the Crawford family.

The show was at Fraze Pavilion in Kettering.  Neither one of us had been there before (I was accompanied by my best friend, as I’m sure you can assume), but we both want to go back, which the usher guaranteed us would happen.  It was an incredible venue.  Immaculate.  Very big and open, but still quaint and cozy and familiar.  Very few bad seats in the house.  We had pretty great seats—7th row just right of center.  The seats just got in the way though because no one sat—save for the “older” couple behind us—for the entire duration of the show.  It was an “Evening With the Avett Brothers”, so no opening act—just a solid two hours of glorious, high-energy “punk-grass”.

After the show we had a lot of people who had been to multiple Avett Brothers shows telling us that it was a terrible show and one of the worst they had been to.  One girl even went as far as saying “sorry” it was our first “Avetts experience”.  I’m not sorry.  I’m sorry they had an awful time watching their favourite band.  I’m sorry all they could focus on was that they played “weird” songs and that Bob Crawford wasn’t on stage and was replaced with some other guy with no stage presence (they didn’t seem to care that Bob’s daughter is sick and that he does occasionally miss shows to be with her).  The only time I had heard such complaints before was after seeing Bob Dylan at the Nutter Center in Dayton (we later found out it was his 2000th show of his never-ending tour—super awesome), though those people (myself included) appreciated the fact that they were seeing a superstar, no matter how shot his voice is and respected that he never repeats a set list and therefore does end up playing some less-popular songs.  The vast majority of the comments about the show left us both rather frustrated, angered that these “fans” would try to ruin such an amazing experience for us.  Shame on them.  Seriously—don’t go to a show if you’re going to complain about it.  Don’t talk to other people if you’re just going to try to ruin the show for them.  That is not how a true fan acts.  Be glad you got to see your favourite band.  I for one had no complaints other than that they didn’t sing three of my favourite songs: “Colorshow” (duh), “Distraction #74” (can’t really do this one without Bob), and “Murder in the City” (this was on the set list, but was axed for some reason), which holds certain sentimental value for my best friend and me.  There were quite a few songs we didn’t know, but they played all of the classics as well.  I think we both got goosebumps when they started playing “Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise”, especially after the huge cheers for the lines of “And your life doesn’t change by the man that’s elected/If you’re loved by someone, you’re never rejected/Decide what to be and go be it.”  The whole evening was just so surreal—couldn’t believe I was finally seeing them after watching so many live videos on YouTube and the Live Vol. 3 DVD.  You can feel the energy in the videos and it is even more amazing when you’re actually there.  Never before have such a stage presence.  I’ve seen some pretty high-energy acts, such as Foxy Shazam and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, but that’s pretty hard and loud music… this is acoustic.  No one out there can rock a cello quite like Joe Kwon, not even Gretta Cohn, the former cellist for Omaha indie rock band, Cursive (they were actually my first ever concert—awesome show).  And never before have I seen someone smile and laugh on stage quite as much as Seth Avett, which is awesome because he has the kind of smile that can make the saddest of hermits smile with joy.  Seth and I made eye contact at one point, and I don’t really want to admit this, but it was kind of a magical moment.  That said, Trenton had the same experience with Scott.  Neither brother did too much screaming, but Scott and Seth both were so intense in their singing and hit some ridiculous notes, which I know I could never hit, not without extracting certain body parts anyway.

One thing that I loved about this show was the eclectic crowd.  I know it was going to be a diverse crow, just like both times I saw Dylan, but I wasn’t expecting the huge amount of kids, some as young as 3 or 4 years old.  The crowd seemed to range from about 3 to 63.  These kids weren’t just there because their parents wanted to go either as many of them were wearing Avett Brothers t-shirts, which means they had probably been to at least one show before.  Seeing all those kids gave me faith in humanity—there are real kids out there who like real good music and not that auto-tuned Top 100 pop music.  There was a kid behind us who was about 15, maybe 16, and was there by himself, which we thought was pretty cool.  We probably would have talked to him, given him some friendly banter over his White Sox t-shirt, but he didn’t come to his seat until shortly before the show and bolted right after.  There was this little kid though, maybe 4 or 5 year old, who was super awesome.  He was a die-hard fan, you could tell.  He so badly wanted to meet the band and get their autographs on his Crackerfarm-designed poster (I wanted to buy one, but was running out of cash).  We waited an hour and a half after the show to try to meet the guys, which I guess they love to do and will make sure they talk to everyone who waits, but eventually gave up after hearing they were somehow already on the bus and asleep (they were playing at Bonnaroo the next afternoon, so I understand).  That little boy was still there with his mom when we left at 12:15.  I know he got the drummer’s autograph and guest guitarist David Mayfield’s.  I would like to think he got Scott’s, Seth’s, and Joe’s as well.  I’d like to think that little boy got to jam with the band.

We were a little frustrated that we didn’t get to meet the Avett Brothers, mostly just because we waited so long.  We understood though that they had to get to Tennessee.  It was frustrating though, listening to the non-fans who were dissing the show tell us about how they had met the band so many times before and that Scott and Seth will stay out until 1am making sure they talk to everyone who has waited; it actually reminded me a lot of when I met Kate Nash.  It was aggravating knowing that these unappreciative fans who just spent the last ten minutes complaining about the show got to meet them, but not us who had just seen them for the first time and absolutely adore their music and everything about them.  We did get some fun people watching though and met a couple cute girls, who we couldn’t decide if they were of age or not (I thought so, despite the pink U21 wrist band, though he thought closer to his young age).  While perusing the sidewalk we also met a young man named Sam Salazar (his real name, seriously) who was waiting to give his band’s latest EP to the Avetts.  He said he does it every time, which we thought was pretty cool and hoped that the Avetts actually listened to the discs and liked them.  His band is called Wheels and they’re actually very good.  I looked them up the next day and you should too, just click here.

I think we’re both already looking forward to seeing the Avett Brothers again.  Dylan is the only artist I’ve seen more than once so far, not counting local bands and I want to see him again (I’m also not counting Foxy Shazam here either though I’ve seen them 2 or 3 times because they were still a local band when I saw them, having not yet been featured in Super Bowl promos and silly cable awards shows).  The Avetts said they love coming to Ohio, which shows seeing as how they were in three different Ohio cities this spring, as well as several other nearby out-of-state cities (such as Detroit), so I know it won’t be difficult to see them again.  And next time, we will meet them and we’ll be sure to leave an impression.  Hopefully one day we can jam, I just have to remember to bring my harmonica.

09 June 2012

Why I Wasn't Nervous


I don’t get nervous.  Not about the kinds of things you would think I’d get nervous about anyway.  I get nervous about interactions with people—like when you send that deep text message and you’re not sure how the other person will respond.  I don’t get nervous about new and exciting things though, like going on an adventure.  I wasn’t nervous when I did my study abroad in London.  I wasn’t nervous about going to college or transferring to a new one.  I don’t get nervous when I’m front of people, whether it’s in front of a class for a presentation or on a stage.  The only time I ever got nervous when meeting one-on-one with someone was when I’d have conferences with one of my history professors who is a top-notch lawyer listed in the Who’s Who and recipient of some kind of award from the ACLU.  I might get a few butterflies before I get on stage, but I don’t get nervous.  I feel comfortable on the stage with a mic in front of my face and a crowd seated before me on a slightly lower plane.  It is an exhilarating experience to read a poem, to perform, on stage in front of a crowd.  It builds confidence, to say the least, especially when the crowd gets behind you and cheers you on.  You thrive on their applause—it fuels you.  My on-stage experience is limited, but I love it and wish to continue it and gain more experience.

The Columbus Arts Festival was my first featured set.  Prior to that I had only performed at open mics and during the aforementioned radio interview (see previous post).  I had twenty minutes to fill.  It seemed a little nerve-wracking, but I couldn’t have been calmer.  I erred a few times, but all in all I thought I did really well, especially considering it was a first time (though hopefully not the last), but I’ll let you be judge of that by watching the video below.  My set list was pretty solid after some last-minute changes—I wrote a new poem the night before at like 1:30AM while in bed that I felt I had to include about my cousin with Cystic Fibrosis who I knew would be in attendance.  She loved the poem and so did her dad (he’s actually my first cousin, so she’s technically something like my second cousin?)—he gave me a big hug after the set.  There wasn’t a huge amount of people in the seats—maybe 20 or 30—but a lot of people stopped as they walked by.  The Word Is Art Stage was in a primo spot, right at a main entrance to the festival.  As I was on stage I noticed a lot of people stopped to listen.  That felt good.  I saw a few people snap photos.  Afterwards a guy collecting petitions told me he got yelled at a couple times because he stopped to listen to me rather than collect more signatures; naturally, I signed it.

Doing the Arts Festival was awesome and made me really want to try even harder with my poetry and get more involved in the slam scene.  I’ve noticed I’m getting better at memorizing my poems as well, which is a huge plus.  The whole thing was a total success and I’m very proud of it all.  Only thing that would’ve made it better is if my brother and best friend had been able to make it. 

Before I leave you with the video of my set, I want to give a big shout out to Scott Woods and Ed Plunkett.  They both did an amazing job with the Word Is Art Stage and are a huge part of the Columbus poetry scene.  They have both done a lot to support me.  Scott always has a great introduction for me at the Writers Block Poetry open mic and Ed had a fantastic intro for me at the Arts Festival.



Set List:
Beliebers Anonymous (Confessions of a Music Snob)
Pink’s Hot Dogs and Foul Balls
No Child Deserves to Die
Purple Roses for Lahna
For Jamey
The Sacrificial Rite
Welcome to the Midwest
You Can Be Superman