I’m on Tinder. There, I said it and I’m not ashamed!
For you old people reading this blog (hey mom and dad!) Tinder is an online dating/ friendship app. Basically, when you’re on the app, you see pictures of people with a small bio and can either swipe left on the screen if you have no interest in that person or swipe right if you are interested in striking up a conversation with that person in the picture. Here’s the catch, the only way you can strike up said conversation is if you and the other person both swipe right. I have actually made some really good friends through this app. This is what I do when I can’t fall asleep. I had a really hard time falling asleep on Monday night so I found myself mindlessly swiping for awhile.
I knew his name (which I will keep private out of respect for him) or at least the name on his profile. His pictures made him look like he was super fun and a jokester. He looked like a freaking cutie. There was one picture of him at a drumkit so he had to be musical which is a huge plus! His bio didn’t have much information on it but I was feeling spunky and swiped right. I woke up the next morning to find he had sent me a message. All it said was “Girl at the rock shows?”. That’s what it says in my bio and he was wondering what the hell that meant so I explained my blog to him and sent him a link.
He went on to talk about how he is in a band from New York and blah blah blah but he never told me what band. He said he was playing in Minneapolis but wouldn’t tell me what venue. He was trying to keep it under wraps. He wouldn’t let me know much of anything. I was intrigued. He had a bit of mystery about him… I like that in a man.
I got to the show a bit early last night due to lack of traffic. I claimed my spot in the back corner near the soundboard and took in my surroundings. My mind quickly started wandering. What band could this guy be in? What other shows are going on in the cities tonight? I didn’t have much to go off. I knew he was from New York and playing a venue in Minneapolis and not Saint Paul. That’s it.
Of course I didn’t do much research on the bands I was about to see. I had it in my head that they were all solo acts for some reason but then I looked up to the stage there were two drumsets set up on the crowded stage. I knew that the headlining band was from New York. I started thinking maybe this was his band but then I snapped out of it. There are thousands of bands in New York and Minneapolis is a hot spot for touring. There are tons of venues in the city. There’s no way. No freaking way…
…And there he was, standing by the tables of merch. Was I supposed to go over and say something? Would he even recognize me if I came up to him? What do I do? Thankfully, the lights went out and the show started… crisis averted.
The first act to play was this solo chick named Jay Som. She had a beautiful voice and great lyrics about real life activities like riding a bus. Her music was mostly upbeat but still had that raw emotion behind it. She seemed young but I think that gave her music the life that kept me interested. I’m not usually a fan of acoustic solo acts but this girl had me in the palm of her hand.
Her set was all too quick and within twenty minutes the lights were back on and my anxiety sky rocketed. I scanned the audience for my mystery man but didn’t see him. He was probably in back warming up or setting up. Wherever he was, I was more than relieved when the lights went dark again and Japanese Breakfast took the stage. Crisis had been averted yet again.
Japanese Breakfast played through their set of calming, yet raw, indie-pop music. The group seamlessly switched from being a trio to a duo (ditching the drummer who was not my mystery man) and back to a trio. Regardless of how many musicians were on the stage, the music had emotion behind it and you couldn’t help to get lost in singer Michelle Zauner’s voice.
I had found my happy place in the music that was going on around me until I was jolted back to reality when the music stopped after a short while and the lights came back on. I felt that anxiety again as I scanned around for my mystery man. There was just one band left. He had to be the drummer of that band… unless he was lying to me… was he even from New York? Was he even in a band? Is he freaking catfishing me?! But then, my worries about his credibility fell to the wayside as I saw him setting up his drum kit on stage. My plan was to keep on sipping on my beer, maybe get one more and then after the show I would finally grow the balls to go up and introduce myself to him.
The lights went down and the music of Mitski started up. Mitski is typically a soloist but my mystery man was apparently joining her on drums for this tour (she is actually touring with a full band later this year). I couldn’t take my eyes off of mystery man and I mean that in the least creepy way possible. It just blew my mind that I would end up in the same venue as this random guy from Tinder let alone be reviewing his freaking show!
Once I got over the shock of it all, I started listening to the music and quickly realized that was a mistake. The music wasn’t for me. Mitski had a voice that had something like a yodel to it and it made my skin crawl. The drums just made it sound beefier and a little less awkward. I was not a fan but the sold out crowd that surrounded me was definitely into it. I stood there for a few more songs and tried to figure out why so many people were so into the music but I never really figured it out. Sure, Mistki’s voice was unique and unlike anything I had ever heard. Maybe I just wasn’t hearing what everyone else was. I just didn’t get it. So I left.
I never went up to my mystery man last night. It started off as me being far too nervous and shy as I always am but then it turned into the fact that I didn’t like his band so that would just make everything much more awkward. I have yet to hear from him since I messaged him last night letting him know I had spotted him.
After he reads this review, I doubt I will ever hear from him again.
Venue: 7th Street Entry
Sausage Fest Meter- 2 out of 10
Average Age of the Crowd- 19
Crowd Surfers- None
Stage Divers- None
Broken Bones- None
Drunkards Taken Out By Security- None
Overall Score- 4 out of 10
Show on Deck- The Coathangers/ L.A. Witch