Rock Gods #187: Adventures in Our Little Music Scene

It’s been a while since we were at a Bullfinch show so crowded that we couldn’t move.
Us personally, we mean. We usually prepare well.
Sometimes the place is packed but we’ve staked a table spot, so we’re set.
But last Tuesday there were people ON the tables.
Seemed impassable, if not impossible. Yet when we counted up the crowd, the numbers weren’t so staggering. It’s just that the headcount wasn’t as telling a number as the elbow count.
Some bands just take up all the air in the room. The Ephesians is one of those bands. They’ve inspired a dance that’s like a swooping ostrich.
Ephesians fans won’t mosh. They like their choreography flashy, neat, spread out. So instead of sticking to the front of the stage, they go goony-bird all over the room.
We’d like to report that this is spectacular, but mostly it’s bothersome. It’s certainly not why we like The Ephesians. We like the song they do about that splashy painting in the dining hall of the college on the hill, the one that takes up a whole wall. You can see it from out in the street, through those giant doors and picture windows.
The Ephesians, with the same instincts that make some folks HAVE to move booties in pre-arranged ways, make more cerebral folks consider the hues and proportions of that huge modernist canvas.
Fuck dance, let’s art.

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