There's a lot to process about last night's Little Lies concert and the tribute to Christine McVie at the Nectar Lounge. It was a straight up event.
We arrived just before doors opened only to find a line of ticket-holders snaking from those doors to the sidewalk and then up the block. By the time everyone's inside, the floor is packed. We're standing at a table toward the back wall facing the stage. It's a spot I assume'll be a chill place... but the floor quickly fills in in front of us, to both sides, and behind us.
We're surrounded.
We're in the crowd.
By and by, stage smoke begins to fill the air.
By and by, conversation dulls to a murmur.
By and by, the lights go down, cloaking us in darkness.
The Little Lies take the stage around 920, launching right into their first song, “Say You Love Me”. The stage lights embrace them, dance around them, and create shapes and patterns in the misty stage smoke hovering above them. The crowd’s fully engaged in iconic hit after iconic hit after iconic hit in a performance approaching gale force winds of energy, of humor, and of sheer musicianship.
And then...
Somehow I'm taken by a tiny moment in the midst of this concert event. Something that's as much a commentary on the space music occupies in our lives as it is about the experience of concerts themselves.
The song is "Landslide", featuring Miranda Zickler on lead vocals while the rest of the band goes acoustic, also providing the kind of vocal harmonies that are merely one of the band's strengths.
A huge one, though.
It's a quiet moment in a room that's been supercharged with wild energy. And as the song moves through the room, it does its thing. It unites everyone through words and melody. Soon I'm aware of the room joining its voices to this tender moment, this heart-felt performance.
Now, we've all been there. That moment an audience jumps into the midst of a live show, voicing memorable lyrics, singing anthemic melodies. It's an addictive and unique experience to concerts such as this whether it's a few hundred people, a few thousand, or tens of thousands joining their voices to the musicians performing on-stage.
This is "Landslide", though.
This is the Nectar Lounge in Fremont.
And the voices around me are caught up in the meaning of these words. In this place.
Somewhere behind me and to the right, I can hear the voice of a man who's caught up in this collective moment. I can hear each word lifting from his lips. And I also hear that he really can't sing.
But that only makes this moment more meaningful. Because it's meaningful to him. He's in this moment, sharing it with everyone else in the only way he can. And somehow... his sincerity allows him to rise above his limitations. He does not lessen the experience at all.
He elevates it.
And in the midst of that realization, I'm struck once again by the power of song in our lives. By the power of music. By how we can be so moved by an experience that we have no choice but to join in. By how a crowd of strangers is so surely and instantaneously transformed into a community. Without conscious intent. Without even thinking about it. Just carried by the currents of their emotions and the music that's embracing them.
It really is a breathtaking, helluva thing.
Last night, The Little Lies—Miranda Zickler, Linzy Collins, Andrew Vait, Harry With III, and Cyra Wirth—seemingly conjured an event out of thin air at the Nectar Lounge.
And they, along with their audience, reminded me of a long-ago lesson. A long-ago lesson about one of the most profound things music and musicians...
Can do.
😊
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|The Nyanny AU|
The invisible marks she left behind. Ever wondered why Adora hates skirts with such passion?
A throwback image of when Adora and Melody were together.
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Adora came to visit her dad for lunch with Melody.
Mermista, trying to be friendly: "cute outfit"
Adora blushed and tried to adjust her skirt, looking uncomfortable: "Thanks, Melody picked it out..."
Melody, on her phone: "Don't talk to the help babe,"
Adora looked apologetic for Melody's rudeness and Mermista tried to silently convey her distain for Adora's fiancee.
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