I have been unable to go to a good concert for a while, partly because I've been busy, partly because I've been out of it; but more over because there hasn't been a real reason to go to pay an overpriced ticket to see an uninspirational band. That was until last night........
I'm not such a fan of the beginning of concerts. I think it's cause the openers for bands that are up and coming, usually are not very good. However I was pleasantly surprised by the two opening bands. Starting the night, King Charles wandered onto stage, with the fans thinking to themselves if he was just a roadie checking the mic levels on his amp. He was a solo act, just him, his guitar and his crazy blown out hair. For as weird as he portrayed himself, the music that he created was amazing. Worthy of some downloads. Next up were the other band. They were ok, but not great. I tend to remember names of artists that strike passion within me. And therefore I forgot their band name.
The real reason I am writing this blog. Mumford and Sons took the stage just shy of 10 pm. The act created such a fever that everyone felt alive inside. Well, I know that I was and my troop were. Since Mumford is fairly new to me (being recently introduced to me about 9 months ago from my sister and matt) I wasn't able to belt out every lyric, as if I would have been at a U2 concert.
The band was amazing. I was in awe of the keyboardist Ben Lovett He could barely be contained behind his instrument, and banjo-player Winston Marshall was legit, at times creating a hard, stomping beat. The whole set I felt a raw emotion running through my body. Mumford slashed at his guitar, the band offered its joyful, spiritual signature song “Little Lion Man,” sending fans hopping and dancing in the sold-out venue. The last song of the night was “The Cave,” another radio hit that is among the band’s most immediate and recognizable tunes. The band stepped away from its amps and microphones and asked fans to come closer as they began to perform an acoustic and truly unplugged “Sister.” The crowd pushed forward and listened quietly to the words of family heartbreak, and heard a young band still growing as players, and as comfortable with pain as in ecstasy.
