June 07, 2006
His Name Is Alive
Last night was the perfect night for His Name Is Alive. I felt a little pensive, a little anxious, a little annoyed, a little happy. The night was a little stormy with thickening dark clouds. While I had to sit through 2 opening bands that I wasn't in the mood for, at least it wasn't crowded. I got to sit around the fire pit and chat with Danny. Eventually the band went on and we moved inside. There was only about 40 or so people there, so not too crowded. I got a prime spot under the fan, so I felt chill air at my feet and in my hair. The band didn't play any of my listed songs, but I still loved what they played. We had an unsuccessful sing-along to "This World Is Not My Home." I sang (pretty softly), but no one really knew whether or not they were supposed to. Then the band passed out about 10 different tambourines. I reached out for one, and I got to play it the rest of the night. Thus, my dream of playing a tambourine in a band (a la Mazzy Star) was fulfilled. And I realized it's actually quite tiring. The only downfall was that the show was much too short for me. I could've stayed there all night.
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