Friday night was fun. Perhaps it didn\u2019t live up to every expectation I had for the evening, but my philosophy for the night was I would not complain about anything that involved a free concert by my favorite band within almost throwing distance of my house. There was a quibble here and there, but overall it was a very good evening.<\/p>\n
We were going with our friends K and T. K went to the Frightened Rabbit show with me last April, and he and his wife T went to the Revivalist show with us a couple weeks back. Because of work schedules, T and I got to the restaurant hosting the show right after 5:00, when doors opened. There was a long line to get in, so I knew that our chances of grabbing one of the few tables that would allow a direct view of the stage were shot. We checked in, confirmed all the best tables were taken, and wandered toward the back of the place. There were several long tables in the game room that were completely empty. They were to the side and slightly behind the \u201cstage,\u201d[1]<\/a> but offered a direct line-of-sight. We quickly claimed the four seats closest to the stage.<\/p>\n That\u2019s when I noticed most of the band were playing shuffleboard right behind us. I nudged T and said, \u201cThat\u2019s the band right there.\u201d She\u2019s a bit of a firecracker and started working me right away. \u201cAre you freaking out? Just a little bit? OK, which one is the lead singer? You\u2019re going to go say hello, right?\u201d<\/p>\n So two things about me my oldest friends probably know: I\u2019ve never been comfortable interacting with famous people, and if I have to speak in public in any way, I will quietly, stressfully, think through 1000 variations of what I can say. Knowing there was going to be a raffle after the show for a meet-and-greet with the band, yes, I did devote a ton of time Friday thinking of exactly what to say if I was lucky enough to get picked. But here I was, sitting less than five feet away from the band with a chance to have a private moment. That reluctance to bother a celebrity kicked in, though, and I waited for someone else to make the first move. It didn\u2019t take long. A couple people sidled over to the lead singer, Scott Hutchison, said hello, and asked to take a picture. He seemed cool with it so when the band was on the opposite end of the shuffleboard table, I told T, \u201cOK, next time they come down, I\u2019m going over. Can you take a picture?\u201d Of course she could, she said. Just then K arrived. As the band moseyed their way toward us, I handed him my phone, explained my plan, took a deep breath, and walked over.<\/p>\n \u201cExcuse me, Scott?\u201d Hutchison turned with eyebrows raised. \u201cHi, can I bother you for a minute to take a picture?\u201d I have no idea what his response was, but I think it was affirmative. I offered my hand and said, \u201cIt\u2019s really nice to meet you.\u201d He shook it and said something back, I think along the lines of \u201cit\u2019s nice to meet you, too.\u201d I had not shared my name. Did that make it awkward? It\u2019s not like he\u2019s going to remember me, right?<\/p>\n Anyway, K snapped a few pics and I turned and shook Scott\u2019s hand again. \u201cThanks very much, I really appreciate it!\u201d He pumped my hand and thanked me for coming to the show. I bounced back to my seat while trying not to trip on anything or otherwise make an ass of myself.[2]<\/a><\/p>\n This is a fine moment to remind you all I\u2019m 45 years old. I felt about 14 for the 15\u201320 seconds that our encounter lasted. Good times, though! S rolled in a few minutes later and I happily showed her my pics.<\/p>\n As for the show, it was solid. Our seats were not great for sound. All the speakers were pointed away from us, so we got a rather muddled mix of the vocals and instruments, except for the drums. We were just to the left of the drum kit and they often overpowered the rest of the sound. I tried to squeeze around to get closer to the stage but there just wasn\u2019t much room. I could get where I could hear better, but not see a thing. We had ordered food anyway, so I went back to my seat to eat.[3]<\/a><\/p>\n “The Woodpile”<\/a><\/p>\n The band generally sticks to a fixed set list. They ran through the first five songs on their usual list, then began paring it down. They ended up playing a single set of about 45 minutes, 10 songs where they normally play 15\u201317. It was an all-ages show, probably explaining why a few of their songs that have more obvious curse words in them got cut.[4]<\/a><\/p>\n It was a quick, tidy show. Again, it was free and in my zip code. No complaints. K, T, and S all passed me their raffle tickets for the meet-and-greet, but sadly none of our numbers got picked. I thought it might have been awkward to get picked anyway. \u201cHey, I bothered you before the show. I\u2019m back!\u201d We finished up our dinner and drinks and were out of the place by 7:30. Not the most terrible Friday night I\u2019ve ever had. Hopefully two shows in Indy in five months isn\u2019t too much to keep the band from coming back when they tour their next album. If they come through town again, I\u2019ll be there again.<\/p>\n Friday night was fun. Perhaps it didn\u2019t live up to every expectation I had for the evening, but my philosophy for the night was I would not complain about anything that involved a free concert by my favorite band within almost throwing distance of my house. There was a quibble here and there, but overall it was a very good evening. We were going with our friends K and T. K went to the Frightened Rabbit show with me last April, and he and his wife T went to the Revivalist show with us a couple weeks back. Because of work schedules, T and I got to the restaurant hosting the show right after 5:00, when doors opened. There was a long line to get in, so I knew that our chances of grabbing one of the few tables that would allow a direct view of the stage were shot. We checked in, confirmed all the best tables were taken, and wandered toward the back of the place. There were several long tables in the game room that were completely empty. They were to the side and slightly behind the \u201cstage,\u201d[1] but offered a direct line-of-sight. We quickly claimed the four seats closest to the stage. That\u2019s when I noticed most of the band were playing shuffleboard right behind us. I nudged T and said, \u201cThat\u2019s the band right there.\u201d She\u2019s a bit of a firecracker and started working me right away. \u201cAre you freaking out? Just a little bit? OK, which one is the lead singer? You\u2019re going to go say hello, right?\u201d So two things about me my oldest friends probably know: I\u2019ve never been comfortable interacting with famous people, and if I have to speak in public in any way, I will quietly, stressfully, think through 1000 variations of what I can say. Knowing there was going to be a raffle after the show for a meet-and-greet with the band, yes, I did devote a ton of time Friday thinking of exactly what to say if I was lucky enough to get picked. But here I was, sitting less than five feet away from the band with a chance to have a private moment. That reluctance to bother a celebrity kicked in, though, and I waited for someone else to make the first move. It didn\u2019t take long. A couple people sidled over to the lead singer, Scott Hutchison, said hello, and asked to take a picture. He seemed cool with it so when the band was on the opposite end of the shuffleboard table, I told T, \u201cOK, next time they come down, I\u2019m going over. Can you take a picture?\u201d Of course she could, she said. Just then K arrived. As the band moseyed their way toward us, I handed him my phone, explained my plan, took a deep breath, and walked over. \u201cExcuse me, Scott?\u201d Hutchison turned with eyebrows raised. \u201cHi, can I bother you for a minute to take a picture?\u201d I have no idea what his response was, but I think it was affirmative. I offered my hand and said, \u201cIt\u2019s really nice to meet you.\u201d He shook it and said something back, I think along the lines of \u201cit\u2019s nice to meet you, too.\u201d I had not shared my name. Did that make it awkward? It\u2019s not like he\u2019s going to remember me, right? Anyway, K snapped a few pics and I turned and shook Scott\u2019s hand again. \u201cThanks very much, I really appreciate it!\u201d He pumped my hand and thanked me for coming to the show. I bounced back to my seat while trying not to trip on anything or otherwise make an ass of myself.[2] This is a fine moment to remind you all I\u2019m 45 years old. I felt about 14 for the 15\u201320 seconds that our encounter lasted. Good times, though! S rolled in a few minutes later and I happily showed her my pics. As for the show, it was solid. Our seats were not great for sound. All the speakers were pointed away from us, so we got a rather muddled mix of the vocals and instruments, except for the drums. We were just to the left of the drum kit and they often overpowered the rest of the sound. I tried to squeeze around to get closer to the stage but there just wasn\u2019t much room. I could get where I could hear better, but not see a thing. We had ordered food anyway, so I went back to my seat to eat.[3] “The Woodpile” The band generally sticks to a fixed set list. They ran through the first five songs on their usual list, then began paring it down. They ended up playing a single set of about 45 minutes, 10 songs where they normally play 15\u201317. It was an all-ages show, probably explaining why a few of their songs that have more obvious curse words in them got cut.[4] It was a quick, tidy show. Again, it was free and in my zip code. No complaints. K, T, and S all passed me their raffle tickets for the meet-and-greet, but sadly none of our numbers got picked. I thought it might have been awkward to get picked anyway. \u201cHey, I bothered you before the show. I\u2019m back!\u201d We finished up our dinner and drinks and were out of the place by 7:30. Not the most terrible Friday night I\u2019ve ever had. Hopefully two shows in Indy in five months isn\u2019t too much to keep the band from coming back when they tour their next album. If they come through town again, I\u2019ll be there again. More of an alcove than a stage. \u00a0\u21a9 To see the pic, check my Facebook feed. \u00a0\u21a9 It felt very, very weird to be eating while watching my favorite band play. \u00a0\u21a9 K and I were wagering on whether \u201cKeep Yourself Warm\u201d would make the list, with it\u2019s line of \u201cIt takes more than fucking someone, to keep yourself warm.\u201d It was not played. \u00a0\u21a9<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[11,9],"class_list":["post-6051","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-concerts","tag-music"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6051","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6051"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6051\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13763,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6051\/revisions\/13763"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6051"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6051"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dsnotebook.me\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6051"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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