Every time I attend a show, I try to take in everything- how I felt leading up to it, what I did before and after, and the energy inside the venue. I try to pace myself with libations and have a good time, but some days I get lost in the sauce. This was a lost sort of day.
I made it to Echo Park, driving past a line which wrapped around the block. This was a sold-out show. I bee-lined toward The Gold Room, a hole-in-the-wall bar with just a few tables, a bar-top, and decent lighting. I had about an hour to kill before Day Wave would start their set. There’s no better way to pre-game than $5 pints of beer and a free shot of tequila.
I stumbled to The Echo after eating a slice of pepperoni pizza. I was floating, and it was Friday. I walked past the bar to the patio, lit my cigarette, and tried my best to avoid the those clearly not interested in the music. Making it back to the floor, people were quick to offer me hits of the joints and cartridges, and I’m never one to bow out of an offer.
In a flash, the venue blacked out. The boys of Day Wave gathered onstage and immediately went straight into “Come Home Now”, a deep cut from their 2015 EP Come Home Now/You Are Who You Are. They continued with some newer singles from the Headcase/Hard To Read EP with tracks such as “Gone” and “Nothing At All”.
The audience was in a trance, singing and hanging on to every word. After a few more songs, Day Wave did an amazing cover of “Ceremony” from New Order. Everyone sang along as the chords struck out,
“Oh, I’ll break them down, no mercy shown. Heaven knows.”
Throughout the rest of the show, the band went into an eclectic playlist from Headcase & Hard To Read such as: “You Are Who You Are”, “Stuck”, and “Headcase”. The final song to end this night came with no surprise at all. “We Try but We Don’t Fit In”, my favorite track off Headcase. Jackson Phillips lead the group as everyone, including myself, kept singing and bouncing through the entire track. Jackson looked onto the crowd and thanked everyone for coming out. We were all still in motion as the house lights turned on.
My night was fading and I needed fresh air. I walked a few blocks over to Tacos Ariza, the only taco spot I will now entrust unto you, dear reader. As I came to, after scarfing three tacos, I beckoned to go home.
I looked both ways on Sunset and dove into my truck. Staring out onto downtown, I drove and hummed along to “Headcase”. My night was a soundtrack.