FROM THE EDITOR

Tell Everyone You Know

I wasn't expecting to find anything that night. I ended up at the Echo because I was set to review a show. After the show, I figured I would stick around for Underground. I hung out on the smoking patio with my brother and my friends, talking nonsense like we would normally do. A band starting playing and my brother and I decided to go inside, just to see what was happening.

I had never heard of the Nightbirds before. I had been told that the singer was the guy who ran the Hear Gallery, but even that meant nothing to me since the Hear Gallery's heyday was during one of my "I'm so goth, I'm just going to stay home and listen to dearly departed British bands" phases. All I knew was that it was some strange hybrid between '80s-style jangly guitar pop and stoner rock and I loved every second of it. I stayed in my spot on the floor throughout the duration of the performance and not once did I feel the urge to avert my eyes from the stage.

Afterwards, Larry G., one of the club's promoters, took me backstage to meet the band. We chatted for a bit, mostly about music and upcoming shows, and did the whole MySpace exchange thing. For a minute, I felt like a kid sneaking backstage for the first time.

Much like love or a case of the stomach flu, music just happens. When you do stumble upon something that makes your heart beat a little faster, there is really no option but to tell everyone you know.

Liz Ohanesian
editor@therockitnews.com