Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros were completely magical.
See those two red heads sitting right in the front row? That's my brother and I.
|I snagged these pics of the show from www.kink.fm|
Somehow we scored seats right in front of that epic ensemble. At times, it felt like Edward Sharpe was singing to me. They made the kind of music that reminded me why I've always been so excited about making music.
When the show was over, I wanted to jump on their hippy bus with them and become the 11th member of their band. After all, there are already about three people in the band who's purpose is to shake something. Don't they need me to look cute and hit a cowbell? I think they do.
I thought about scribbling my phone number onto an old gum wrapper and slipping it into somebody's instrument case when the show was over. I could include a note that says something like "If you need an 11th Magnetic Zero, call me." At the very least, maybe they would have drunk dialed me and left me hilariously cosmic voicemails in the middle of the night.
But alas, I settled for just shaking Edward Sharpe's hand after the show and telling him how much I loved his music. I talked to the guitar player and the trumpet player as well, then stuck around to hear the piano player and the other guitarist jam a little bit. When my brother and I finally left, we ran into two more of them on the sidewalk and proceeded to act like stupid fans. Luckily they were too high to be annoyed.
And I've got their song "40 Day Dream" permanently stuck in my head now, which is not necessarily a bad thing.
In conclusion, it was a really, really good day. :D