Have you ever been caught talking shit? When a seemingly benign piece of gossip turns into a full-on social execution, the crypt of shame feels inescapable. Unless… you’re not the poor soul on the receiving end of embarrassment. Then it’s a goddamn riot. This was the horrifically hilarious scene that occurred last night at Will’s. And some bands played too. Enjoy.**
**This slightly entertaining anecdote is a dramatization created by my misunderstanding of a conversation, sponsored by PBR!
Thanks to David Lawrence for the photographs!
Like the victim of shit talking appearing at our table, I too fell out of the ether into Will’s. I just kinda showed up. And after a long day spent booking, I was glad to be there.
Once the event previously spewed into an introductory narrative occurred, my night really began with Thrift House. This neo-funk six-piece had talent to spare. Each member took his or her turn in front of the mic. And every one of these voices was their own, personality for days. Local singer and multi-instrumentalist Addison Muha sang like a new age Janis Joplin. Immediately afterward she switched to drums while the drummer belted a savory rock ‘n’ roll burner. It was like slow cooked ribs. Good eats.
Adjy closed out the night at Will’s. an Orlando collective sporting an uplifting brand of indie rock. It’s sure to cleanse the soul. The band exuded positive energy. Vocalist and multi-instrumentalist, Chris Noyles, threw his arms around the stage, air-hugging the entire audience as he sang. I was surprised to find out that Adjy hadn’t at one time been a praise band. I’m not sure that what I felt at Will’s was a god, but I their on-stage passion had me jiggling like good ‘ol Jimmy Christ.
Like Thrift House had earlier, most of the six-person band played numerous roles in the creation of the set. My favorite was the enthusiastic vibraphone player, Abbey Go. At one point she was joined by the light dings of a glockenspiel. Without further explanation or exploration, you should be able to deduce the kind of music Adjy play just by the inclusion of these to instruments. It’s light. It’s upbeat. It makes you feel good. Critics of enthusiasm may attack this band’s fervor, but burn the non-believers.
With that, my night at Will’s Pub ended. I meandered over to Lil Indies where Orlando blues/soul/funk legend Eugene Snowden was finishing a set with some fellow musicians. I’ve been lucky enough to see Eugene in action before, and whether he’s playing for a few or for few hundred people, one thing is constant: He’s on. And his energy pulls the best out of other musicians, who each took turns riffing on the band’s last song. Come see Eugene play with The Legendary JC’s this Sunday at Will’s 20th Anniversary Fest. I’m sure he’ll be in rare form.