Notes From A Walkman Junkie: I Need A Breathing Time Machine
Anyone (all three of you… and my mom) who may have checked out my facebook page the other day may have noticed that my status read, “Going to see The Avett Brothers. NO. PANTS.” Well, indeed I did go to see The Avett Brothers and I most certainly did not wear pants. I mentioned these fine lads in a previous article, describing them as a contemporary folk band that mixed old-time country, rock, bluegrass, pop, and ragtime — a music mutt. I also wrote, “I hope to one day see them perform live. I shall attach myself to one of their legs and not let go. It will get weird.” As one might suspect, I meant that last bit in purely a figurative sense (I meant it literally) and the Avett Brothers were able to exit the stage after my viewing with full use of their Anneless legs.
Perhaps years ago when I first began listening to The Avett Brothers, my attempt at project “super grip leg-yoking” may have been slightly more (that shit would have happened) plausible. Their popularity had not yet swelled to its current magnitude and the venues at which they performed were a great deal more cozy (bars.) Alas, I took a bit too long to see them and missed the more intimate shows. My first live glimpse of Seth and Scott Avett was in a vast theatre with assigned seats — not to say that the show was not amazing — because it truly was and the beautiful bouncing boys (they hop A LOT) played their asses off and were in exceptional form. I just wish I could have been a little closer (within proper leaping distance — which can vary depending on whether or not I have stretched) to the action.
There just seems to be a higher volume of inevitable issues that arise in concerts as the venue gets larger and the band becomes more well known. Allow me to present a couple of examples: 1. You are at the mercy of your assigned seat and you never know who (the most annoying couple in the world that could not keep their giant melon-heads apart for one second so I could see a goddamn thing) might be seated in front of you or who (some asshole yelling, “play Freebird, you suck!) will be seated behind you. 2. The do we sit or stand issue. Pretty much everyone needs to be on the same page on this on this one or it gets frustrating and awkward. What generally happens is a few people (the row in front of you) stand up which causes other people (the row behind you) to get angry and maybe even throw something (a cup of something blue perhaps.)
Despite a handful of minor kinks in the evening and my regrets of not seeing them in the earlier days before the giant crowds and fancy venues (and the addition of the drummer and Rick Rubin as their producer), they were still extraordinary live and the concert as well as the journey to the show (we passed through some small towns with a few pretty great names for various establishments: Kumho- an auto shop, Hooker – a restaurant, Poop Deck – another restaurant and Menards – a hardware store) were brilliant.
I am attaching a video of the song “This God Damn House” by The Low Anthem. They opened for The Avett Brothers and I was blown away. I recommend you catch them live if you can while they are still slightly under the radar and raw (like balls.)