musical following

I love music.

That is a given.

I've studied and performed classically for a good 20 years of my life.

But when it comes to modern music, I've remained in the dark. A lot, I suppose, had to do with the fact that my piano teacher forbid (especially in my case, Jazz) because it would have tainted my training.

As an adult, I have a fantastic appreciation for all sorts of music. Country, not so much so. I blame the audio receptors as they seem not to take too kindly to the heavy twanging and chordal structures that sound off kilter. I'm still learning, however.

Fast forward to now and my tastes have become eclectic. If music can make me move, then I'm all for it. If the rhythm encourages my foot to tap, I'm into it. Yesterday was a musical day from the start and I loved it all. Am I groupie? Hell no. I don't have the time or effort to keep up. There is another story behind this but I'll save that for another time. Music, for me, has to make that emotional connection. When it moves me, then I know I've heard something great.

The afternoon had me out in the sun listening to The Kelps with the fabulous Melanie and a hot boxed lunch from Hot Italian. Already on the musical roll, I received a message from another friend who wanted me to accompany her to an acoustic evening at Fox & Goose. This I could not pass up. Not only do I enjoy the venue, but I share an affinity for their ciders on tap AND I simply adore acoustic guitar. Love it.





Two fantastic acts: Tony Bataska with David Wallace opening.

The evening had started off on a sour note because my friend, for whom I was playing wingman, showed up on my doorstep at 8. The performance started at 8. I'm a stickler for being on time for a performance. I've been going to classical concerts since I was a wee one and there is nothing more rude than showing up late. Her consistency in lateness was and is continuing to wear down the threads of our friendship.

David popped out. I could see why the admiration existed. He is tall, dark, and handsome. Just her type. I knew that it would exude itself in his music.

David had a nice voice. Music was definitely a bit more emotional but I enjoyed his pieces performed. You could tell they were still in the youth stage so looking forward to that voice maturing would be interesting. Having his band there also added to the experience since they were busy heckling him.

They were performing on Polk this weekend. I knew that neighborhood too well, such is the consequence of having an ex in that part of town. The venue? Perfect for new acts. The people? Thirsty people looking for live music.

Tony Bataska was the final act. I was thoroughly impressed with his acoustic skills. It was apparent he's had several years behind him, as the technique was advanced. On top of that, he had great presence as a performer. Prior to the show, I did a little research and found his FB page. Simple. Pure. And a voice to boot. I found my favorite: Second Rate Song.

Imagine my joy in listening to him playing it live!

The finger picking, strumming, chops...an energetic percussive performance.

In addition to pieces from his current playlist, he also had several covers in store for us. His finale performing Billie Jean was vibrant and fit for the happy crowd.

It was nice to meet him after the performance and of course, no surprise to me that he had trained in piano at an early age. Guitar? Another 14 years. I told him it was evident in his technical skills. A sing/songwriter on the cusp. I hope he gets found soon, talent hidden in the valley of Sacramento.

After a night that started off on the wrong foot, I could not ask for a better finish than listening to acoustic guitar for three hours, a cold glass of cider on tap, and sharing the vibes with other music lovers in the room. In regards to being a groupie? Not so much here, but for Tony Bataska's sublime voice and wizardry on those strings, I'll head to wherever the music is playing.