Last night, I finally got to see a full-band show with The Floating Men, and it was so good that it took my breath away. There is something so indescribably amazing about being in the room (a small room, at that) when really good music is being played. It moves me, renders me speechless, and often tempts my eyes into closing so as to focus more fully on the notes washing over me. Three hours of their music was nowhere near adequate, and I was left wanting more, more, more. Now. {sigh} But, alas, their next show isn’t for several weeks, and that’s in Atlanta. Time to start scheming on how to make that road trip a possibility. 🙂
Another interesting thing happened last night… and honestly, I am kinda surprised this has never happened before. (Just goes to show that Nashville’s the smallest place I’ve ever lived, eh? ha!) When I arrived and was waiting in line to get into the venue, I almost immediately recognized a guy standing several people ahead of me as someone I once e-mailed on a dating Web site, but who never replied. (Asshole! haha) This was months ago, but he had a very distinctive look. He and the girl he was there with orbited in fairly close proximity to Derik and I all night, including standing directly behind us during the first set. They were among the many people who utterly pissed me off last night by talking throughout the show, and so when the band took a break, Derik leaned over and said, “Good thing he didn’t write you back.” I was thinking the same thing!! Funny, isn’t it, how life always seems to work out for the best? Like, some asshole who talks during musical performances at small venues also couldn’t be bothered to reply with a simple, “No, thanks” when I contacted him. Yup. It all just works out, my friends.