I first saw The Cave Singers in a coffee shop in college. It was raining, much like it probably is right now, and the place was packed. I was in a somewhat unfortunate dating situation with a guy I had been seeing since New Years. We would break up later that night sitting in his truck in front of my house. But that’s not what I was thinking about in that hot room, where all these indie kids were dancing like no one was watching, when in fact everyone was watching because they were the only ones dancing.
I was thinking that this was one of those bands that remind you why live music is almost always worth the money and the hassle of actually putting on pants. How it makes you feel awake after the show even though it’s eleven, and you have to work tomorrow, and you kind of need to break-up with the BMX biker sitting next to you.
The Singers are doing their neo-folk-I kind of want to dance, but I’m nervous, oh fuck it I’m dancing-Kings of Leon and Iron & Wine had a baby thing tonight at The Independent. This time of year is ripe for folky inspirational music that you would listen to on a road-trip with your best friend. Since it’s a Tuesday, and this is real life and not some shiny pastel colored movie where road trips are fun, you should probably do the next best thing and go to this show.