My kind of little brother (L’s bro G) plays in a band. Okay, he plays in like three of them… And church. He is ridiculously talented and a million times too hard on himself, just like his Dad.
In one band, he plays drums. This one has a bit of an alternative/indie feel. Not quite loud and seems to channel a Matt Good/Bon Iver feel.
In another, he plays electric guitar and sings. This band has a harder rock type feel, but still is somewhat indie and plays more original music (or at least I heard more original music from them). This is the most known band of the three he plays in.
His third band is a group for which he writes the majority of the music himself. He does a mix of acoustic guitar, piano and vocals in this. Original music predominates this group and although it is classified as “alternative” by him, I think folk could also be a good descriptor.
He cleverly happens to get a lot of gigs where one of the three bands plays opening and another is the frontline band.
Saturday night, L and I went to see him play, the superstar he is, in two of his bands.
This particular gig was at a smaller pub (that also coincidentally sells awesome Mexican food by day). We quickly realized that L and I were, aside from the people working there, the oldest people in the crowd. Two mid-twenty somethings in a sea of hipster late teen/early twenties. It was one of the first times I have gone out and felt old, at least that old.
L was intrigued by the hipster kids and was convinced they were cool. Because they were out at a concert. And we are not cool. I kindly offered up that they are basically me in undergrad (though styles were a bit different then) and most of these folks are indeed not cool, but music geeks. I then learned she thought I was cool in undergrad. Big laughs all around. That is why I love L. And hipster kids. Being a geek is cool these days and it works out for me (and again, I am not so sure about the whole whether or not I’m a hipster thing).
Because of this, despite being old and the fact that my autistic tendencies cause my head to want to implode in pub-type settings, especially if I have to carry on a conversation, I still enjoyed myself. I love new music. Especially different groups. And even more so because I knew one of the band members… And love him like he is my brother. So, I was embarrassing and took pictures and all (just not as many as L).
G has wanted to do music for as long as I have known him (I first met him at L’s birthday in the 9th grade, where he was 6 and choking on a piece of birthday cake and being a typical annoying little brother). His Dad was a church musician. And a great one. So is his Mom. He was built to be a musician. God definitely gave him a passion and a gift. I think he will do well. Especially given how well he is doing already in this small city we (er… they) live in.
Sometimes, I think we forget how good local music can be. That there are people out there who are super talented and available to see (for just a $5 cover). All that to say, go see a local show. If you are near my home… Go see any of the three groups G is associated with. You may feel super old and develop some temporary hearing impairment, but it is well worth it.