Sometimes the most beautiful and amazing things appear out of chaos and upheaval, and last night’s performance by Angela Perley and the Howlin’ Moons at the Purple Fiddle is a prime example of this.
Everything seemed to be working against us – the basement flooded for the umpteenth time, causing the furnace AND the water heater to shut down. The skies were unleashing a fierce snow, and few customers dared to venture out. But still we were determined to present a great concert as normal, in a cold room where you could see your breath, and just seconds prior to the band’s introduction….
The lights go out,… total darkness… all of downtown Thomas is in the dark.
Then the amazing happens. The customers stay put at their tables, in the blackness, waiting to see what happens next. Someone goes down the street and retrieves tea lights graciously offered up by the White Room gallery. The band puts down their electric instruments, and Angela, the lead singer starts to sing, just her and her banjo. Her instrument-less band members begin to chime in.
What resulted out of the unfortunate events was perfect and exceptional. It was the most intimate and cozy show ever at the Purple Fiddle – a beautiful mostly-acapello performance that warmed the spirits of every chilled person in attendance. All we could see of the band were their knees, lit from the floor below from a couple of candles, but nobody left until the last note was sung.
The band thought it was magical too, a blessing in disguise, having been forced to strip-down their music, and work to a perfection the harmony vocals of their material. They went away cherishing the experience and being a tighter, improved band.
These are the kinds of experiences that make all the difficulties of owning a music venue in a century old building wash away, and force a smile.
I only wish you could have been there.