Sunday, December 14, 2008

Makes me feel like I should wear girls' pants too.

I heard a beautiful song tonight.

I grew up in a second, drinking
dreams with this girl I know,
where she bit my lips to
bleeding and ducked into a tunnel,
with a light shining so brightly
that it bleached all my t-shirts
her color

This kid that sang it- he gets on stage looking like a punk-ass scenester but then just busts out with one of the most incredible voices and most moving performances of anything I've ever seen. Jake Harms. It was an experience.

It was at Balls Cabaret at the Southern. If you've never been to this midnight show you owe yourself a visit. Especially since next weekend yours truly is going to be reading a little something.

Anywho, this guy is like six foot baby faced tight pants fro of unruly white almost dreadlocked curls the only thing missing is the colorful shoes another kid with an acoustic guitar thinking he's gonna woo the ladies playing Oasis on the bench. BUT. His voice was unlike anything. This deep, pained wailing. My jaw dropped like it was hot.

I said it was one of the most moving performances. But Paris, you're saying to yourself, I know you and how much you love your hyperboles. Oh golly, I wish it was hyperbole. By the end of his song I was for real about to cry. My girlfriend was next to me and I could pretty much feel her thoughts about him. She likes the brooding artistic types. I would be jealous, but hey, if she didn't find that performance attractive I would seriously question her sexuality.

You can listen to the song on the MySpace up there, but it won't come anywhere near to seeing this guy live onstage. I will forever carry the image of him squirming in that chair with his guitar.

Golly.

I wish I could do that.

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