It would have made more sense for me to go see Los Amigos Invisibles again (translates as The Invisible Friends—from Venezuela) on Thursday 06/06, since I had been regularly playing some of their songs on my show. However, I decided to take a look at new bands, so I took a new friend and went to Mohawk.
To be honest, I was initially drawn by the fact that Jenny O. would be on the lineup, because I had played a couple of her songs too. And well, I have no idea if the lineup changed at some point or if I had read something incorrectly, but Jenny O. was simply not there.
The concert was on the stage inside Mohawk. As soon as we walked in, I saw this tiny girl at the entrance. I briefly wondered how old she was. And around 10:00 PM my question was answered: it didn’t matter, because she was the lead singer and rhythmic guitar of the Reservations. For some reason the rest of the band did not show up, so it was only her and her (that’s how she referred to him) guitar player. And they were fantastic. For the most part, her voice and his guitar went well, except for a couple of songs were he seemed to stray off. They barely talked to the audience—I guess he wasn’t used to and she was too shy, which surprised me a bit because it was not a gigantic audience but who am I to criticize fear of public speaking—however, it was unnecessary; the music was quite engaging.
After ¾ of an hour, they left the stage for the next band, Tristen. Like a déjà vu, it was only a singer with a guitar and another guitar player, standing on the same spots as the previous two. They played a few songs, and eventually she sat down at the keyboards. Later on, he left and she stayed there by herself, and by the end she took the guitar again. This band didn’t appeal to me as much, because it seemed like they were playing different songs that just happened to be in sync. They didn’t perform badly at all though. It just felt like they might have different backgrounds, say he could have been a big Journey fan and she might have really liked Joan Osborne. Their performance lasted a bit less than an hour.
Finally, the Night Beds showed up. They opened with a song that is all lyrics for around a minute before the music begins (I think it’s called Faithful Heights). Now, up to this point I had been worried that my friend was going to get bored. I mean, we didn’t even know each other, and we didn’t know the music either—even I could have been bored at some point, come to that. While Winston Yellen’s voice began to disturb the silence, I figured that this had been a good but short friendship. But then the voice just absorbed me. And once the music began I realized this was a solid band. I have no idea for how long they have played together but they seemed to understand the whole idea—because that’s what makes a band outstanding, when they are all looking at the same film in their heads. Each song was good and well performed. My friend and I briefly discussed if Yellen’s lifelong dream is to be a stand-up comedian because he stops often to tell funny stories—and I reckon the Night Beds will certainly pay off that alternate career (just like Senri Oe’s paid his) because they are good musicians. After about 40 minutes or so, Yellen said they would only play 4 more songs. The band interpreted, correctly, the lack of reply from the audience as a sign that no one wanted the show to be over. I didn’t count but they must have left after 4-6 songs. Yellen stayed, got off from the stage and kept playing by himself. Then after a song he finally disappeared. And so did we. Music was great but we stood there for more than 3½ hours. At that point I was glad Jenny O. never showed up.