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7 PM – Doors
8 PM – Show
NIGHT MOVES
Bless its battered body, but the Night Moves tour van is a piece of shit. It is your standard-issue blue Ford E-350 now months away from its 25th birthday, the sort of vehicle that occasionally prompts so-called normal folks to give the grimy musicians inside suspect stares. The catalytic converter has been stolen three times, so it’s now permanently straight-piped; the exhaust leaks through the holes and cracks in the sides, slowly gassing anyone inside. The wheel wells are shambles. And while John Pelant was writing Double Life, Night Moves’ fourth LP and first in six years, someone swiped the license plates just after he had paid for new tags. God fucking dammit, he remembers thinking. Who the hell steals a license plate?
But Pelant soon sublimated his frustration, turning his vision of a thief who had “borrowed” the plate in order to commit more crimes elsewhere into one of the most winning tunes in Night Moves’ country-soul-psych-rock catalogue, “Daytona.” As sun-swept synthesizers and pedal steel curl around stuttering drums, Pelant offers an empathetic portrait of someone doing whatever is necessary to reinvent their lives. “Daytona, you only wanted a win,” he opens the final verse. “Daytona, no chance I’ll see you again.” There’s irritation in his voice, sure, but mostly there’s acceptance, an understanding that he cannot comprehend someone else’s difficulties and that he has plenty of his own.
RAYBODY
Raybody (fka Katy Rea) writes classic singer-songwriter shit that gets weird. Her voice is endlessly dynamic—feral and vulnerable, tough in its nurturing. Backed by Andrew Forman (Guitar: Daryl Johns, Nick Hakim) and Ethan Kogan, the trio moves between cinematic extremes. Her bandmates—jazz-trained and steeped in NYC’s experimental and indie rock scenes—interpret her songs with a range that’s both crushing and soaring. It’s the sound of a woman at work: a bit maniacal, but warm.