The show was at Iron Horse, a literal hole in the wall on a side street that you wouldn't know was there unless you had already managed to stumble by it once before. There wasn't much of a crowd, but the crowd present was spirited and friendly.
Also, the bartender was fucking amazing. He reminded me of a saloon owner from the Wild West, complete with an oxford shirt under a dark vest and long scraggly hair. He recommended certain drinks to my friend and me, resulting in our quick intoxication.
Bodega Girls were amazing. The lead singer jumped off the stage and made good use of the ample space available to him on the empty dance floor. Well, empty except for my table on one side and the members of Wild Light propped up against the wall on the other. I thought they'd be hiding downstairs somewhere waiting for their set, seeing as they're becoming big wigs with all their big wig touring, but no. They were among the plebes the entire time. I was impressed, and drunk.
I'm pretty sure Wild Light played every song on their debut album, Adult Nights. The dance floor filled up quickly, and everyone who was previously unfamiliar with them picked up some of the lyrics and were singing along with the band.
After the show, the band hung around a bit and talked to friends. I pushed my way through and started telling them about my love for their album and how it's become a valuable writing tool for me. Which is totally true. But, I was drunk, and I'm pretty sure I said something like "from one artist to another...thank you!" They were so friendly, all shook my hand and introduced themselves and were very gracious. True gents.
But the fact that they tolerated my inebriated ramblings really makes me hope they'll "hit it big" or whatever it is bands wish for. I will definitely be seeing them with Doves at House of Blues in Boston next month.
Next time though, I think I'll lay off the sauce.
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