ME: "Where do we go in?"
B: "Well, all the goths are over there, so..."
Felt a little out of place in the line of 16 year old goths waiting to get in, but no biggie. It was like a strange anthropological study. We sat at one of the tables in the bar area while the mini-goths went up to the stage, not that the difference was that large. It's a SMALL venue, to be sure.
Whiled out time away as the first three bands, high school and early college age we guessed, took their turns. The last one had a really hot cellist and a geeky keyboard player they didn't make good use of at all, but who definitely knew how to rock out. We were tempted to ask them to join our band instead, but realizing we don't really have one yet, decided it might be a bit premature.
Finally, Rasputina came on. It's almost hard to believe you can get that much sound out of just two cellos, with the drums only backing them up and not taking over. I swear I saw smoke come off their bows at one point, really. Those ladies can rock out and sing like nobodies business. Contrary to what I'd heard, Melora was charming and funny, as was Zoe. Jonathan didn't say anything, but he sure drank a lot of beer. I guess that's what you do if you're the drummer. They even played my favorite song that I didn't think they'd play, so I was a very happy monkey. It was an excellent rocking engagement, and well worth our time and moneys. I bought one of their shirts to commemorate the event as well as look cool.
Getting lost on the way home in the rain and the fog was in no way fun whatsoever, but thankfully it didn't manage to overshadow the fun we had prior to that. If you know what's good for you, you'd like Rasputina, too.