Just saw Fleet Foxes, and they were beyond fantastic. The harmony, the musicianship, the blending of strings and sounds and saloon-style upright pianos with cellos and flutes and electric mandolins…was mesmerizing.
The ballroom where we watched and listened was packed with young and old alike – the scrawny, self-absorbed youth and the self-conscious adult crowd mingled and moved as one great plaid organism. Thick-framed glasses and iPhones abounded. There was PBR to be had a-plenty.
But when the music began there was reverence, and not just the ironic kind. The drum was like a universal heartbeat and we all stood there, enthralled, letting it pulse through us, clutching those around us if we could to hold steady and keep from sinking to our knees. Hearing a hundred sing “If I had an orchard, I’d work ’til I’m raw…” was almost a form of poetry, so idealistic and full of hope were the voices.
It wasn’t a spiritual experience, but it was the best concert I’ve ever been to.
Happy 22nd birthday, Andrew, my love, and thank you, Fleet Foxes, for a great time.
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For some of our favorite sounds – okay, they’re all our favorites – check out their website, where more photos like the one above can be found, along with their current touring schedule.