Sunday, May 01, 2005

I looked out the window of the busy little coffee shop. It was dark outside but the street was partially lit from the almost burnt out street lights. I watched the band set up for the show very cooperativey. I was sitting next to a girl I didn't know. "Are you friends with one of the band members?" I asked. "Yeah. I'm the guitarist's girlfriend," she replied. "Awesome. I'm friends with the bass player...and the drummer...but mostly the bass player."

More people began to pile in. It was pretty much standing room only. I was sitting only a foot away from the drumset and I prepared myself for a loud show. They began the first song. The drummer was jumping all over the drums like he was the only care of the world. The guitarist would stand there and for a moment he'd get really into it. Then he would look up at the crowd then back off a little, as if he were nervous or embarrassed. I looked at the bass player. I struggled to hear him over the overpowerful drumset. Somehow I could hear him through the way he moved. It were though he were making love to his guitar. Fascinated by his unique style, I stared at him closely, not to miss a single move he made. By the end of the show, he had also given the crowd a run for their money by putting forth an eventful vocal performance. The band played their last song and I watched him one last time. I watched him love that guitar over and over again and left there thinking, what a lucky guitar.

Virginia Faith at 9:57 PM

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