Harrisonburg Virginia is a little town about an hour outside of Philadelphia. The road that connects the two cities is seriously one of the prettiest routes I have ever taken. When we were crossing into Virginia we got into the worst bumper to bumper traffic and I hardly even cared. We were surrounded by mountains on a bridge overlooking a glittering lake. And even though it was bumper to bumper, no one honked or swore. I attribute that to the scenery and for the fact that we are getting farther and farther away from New York.
The show itself was at a music bar in downtown Harrisonburg called The Golden Pony. The bar itself is famous for the best pizza in town, and they have an excellent selection of local draft beer as well. Kelly, the bartender, was very helpful in pointing us to the right brews- and we sipped beer that was made practically in their backyard. The night was already going great, and only got better when we met the cool folks of Impressionist. Impressionist is a band out of Philadelphia that kind of sounds like a happier and more concise version of Broken Social Scene. They voluntarily held the door for us while we carried in heavy amplifiers, and shared spicy ghost pepper cheddar cheese. Cheese, and door holding (when carrying heavy objects) are the quickest ways to my heart. Le Sigh. That being said, if you run into any of those folks in the future, be sure to hold the door for them and maybe return the favor with cheese as well.
Other bands that played included a harmony rich three piece called Flying Colors based out of Harrisonburg, as well as a loud and dance-y band also from Virginia called Jaguardini. Jaguardini was especially fun because though their songs stay the same, the lineups change pretty regularly. This evening we got to see the project with two saxophones, a trumpet player, synthesizer, guitar, and two vocalists-one with a giant television set on his head.
After the show we piled into the van with some new friends and some old ones and were lectured about some place called Sheets. Everyone was convinced we had to go there. I was expecting it to be a mecca of diners or some sort of secret clubhouse, but it actually turned out to be a gas station. When I reacted this way (saying that it was JUST a gas station) I was met with horrified exclamations begging to differ. Sheets isn’t just any gas station. It’s a gas station with all the things. There is a weird semi-futuristic space age shake machine where you pick out a little flavor carton, click on the level of creaminess you would care for, and then watch as the machine sucks the cup into a black hole, and seconds later gives you a perfectly made dessert. I have heard that they do the same thing with drum tracks and lattes. Soon we will not be needed and Sheets will probably take over the world.
We stayed at our friend Carrie’s house. Carrie is a taxerdermist and her walls are covered with all of her bone-art work. It was really neat to hear about taxerdermy and how passionate she is about repurposing animal bodies that would have otherwise been left on the side of the road, or put in dumpsters. She also has two cute live bunnies and some of the comfiest couches ever. I melted into the couch, and woke up to a Netflix binge-fest of Stranger Things, which I hadn’t seen before. We are now headed to Charlottesville, where we will hopefully be greeted with spicy cheese and more door holding. It’s in my rider, okay?