So I had the sublime privilege of seeing The Mountain Goats live last night at The Rickshaw. The show was absolutely amazing besides the opening band; The Beets. I really didn’t enjoy them but that could have been due to the horrible balance of vocals to instrumentals. Also the guitarist kept rocking his amp during every song (often more than once) and the noise that produced was horrible although it did drown out what little I could hear of his nasal voice.
When the actual show started and we all recovered from the opening band I was shocked to hear one of my favorite songs 02-75 which I never in a million years would have expected them to play. Nor have I heard of them playing that song before. The show was flawless of course and incredibly engaging but the best part for me was during the encore of No Children when John and I locked eyes and sung to each other during the chorus. My heart grew three sizes. I’ve idolized that man for years and to have him acknowledge me on a personal level was more than I could have ever asked for. During the final (fourth!) encore John was throwing flowers into the audience and unfortunately due to my gentlemanly nature I was left flowerless as I let the ladies around me catch them. Luckily the amazingly talented bassist Peter Hughes noticed this and handed me the flower John had earlier placed in his lapel. I’m still in awe from last night, I couldn’t have asked for a better show