Wed 2 May – A Silver Mt. Zion, Josh T Pearson
“Wow, the people here are really weird.
“They all look just like you and Tom.”
Note to self: some acquaintances are not suitable for public consumption.
“And the music’s nice and all, but the females have really hairy armpits.”
Nor, it seems, are they fit for much else, other than as a reminder of the manifold applications of the term ‘philistine’.
However, no doubt much to Richard’s chagrin, even such tactless banter could neither devalue the evening’s experience nor result in our being assaulted by a mob of disgruntled music nerds. For A Silver Mt. Zion (it’s easier than typing ‘Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-la-la Band’ every time, okay?) are one of those few live acts capable of utterly captivating an audience without any recourse to cheap, these-amps-go-to-11 tricks, relying instead upon their own effortless talent and sublime arrangements. More a commune than a band, no single instrument dominates…
“Wow, the people here are really weird.
“They all look just like you and Tom.”
Note to self: some acquaintances are not suitable for public consumption.
“And the music’s nice and all, but the females have really hairy armpits.”
Nor, it seems, are they fit for much else, other than as a reminder of the manifold applications of the term ‘philistine’.
However, no doubt much to Richard’s chagrin, even such tactless banter could neither devalue the evening’s experience nor result in our being assaulted by a mob of disgruntled music nerds. For A Silver Mt. Zion (it’s easier than typing ‘Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-la-la Band’ every time, okay?) are one of those few live acts capable of utterly captivating an audience without any recourse to cheap, these-amps-go-to-11 tricks, relying instead upon their own effortless talent and sublime arrangements. More a commune than a band, no single instrument dominates…
