emeraldair
05-30-2003, 07:27 PM
I saw The Essex Green at the horshoe about a week ago in Toronto. The horseshoe is an older bar, known as a venue for legendary acts in the music industry. I saw framed photographs on the wall of people like Iggy Pop, Tina Turner, and maybe even the Scorps. I can't recall, exactly, but anyway, the bar had a certain legacy. The first of two opening acts took the stage at 8:45. A couple beers later and after a endless day of work, I was feeling a little burnt out. To my weary eyes, the first band seemed respectable. I skipped out on the second bad, instead I followed an impulse that wanted to walk the Toronto streets. There were many people down on their luck that lined Queens Blvd at night. I started to qualify the dimly lit scene. I never wake up hungy. I'm never cold at night. I don't have to focus my humility on getting a charitable donation. I have a home. I have my personalized version of a family. My survival isn't hard. For these people that never got up, I wished they could patch the hole from where they felt they leaked. I wanted the perverbal sun to be out to lend light to this sad scene. It wasn't. It was night. It was cold, windy and dark and I had finished my cigarette. I walked back into the bar after I dropped a couple coins in a guitar case. The second band had finished their set. I bought another beer at about midnight. Essex Green began their set a couple minutes afterwards. The first song was By the Sea. The band jammed. Sasha's playful, delicate singing filled the room. A couple songs later they played "primrose". It sounded amazing. The drummer had allot of energy and really seemed into what he was playing. To the right of him stood Chris Ziter, a gifted song writter with the ability to sing in many styles. Essex Green played all but, maybe, six songs of their released material. Towards the end of the show, I sat in the back of the room. The Essex Green were playing "Up the Country". I slouched near a peanut dispenser that looked like a bug light. It was hanging a couple feet from the ceiling. Behind it was a light bulb the caused the peanut dispeser eminate a hallo of weak yellow light. I sat close to here a couple hours earlier, near a girl that seemed fascinated with it, too. After two encore songs, the band finished their set, I left the show feeling happy and felt fortunate to have seen green.
[Edited on 6-23-2003 by emeraldair]
[Edited on 6-23-2003 by emeraldair]