Last night, I finally got to see Quiet Company (@quietcompanytx) perform live at The Beat Kitchen in Chicago.
They execute live performance like they should, with energy and power.
Watching them was like an improvisational machine. You know, it was like clockwork, but with its own mind. What I left with was that these guys are musicians, that they belong on bigger stages with bigger crowds. If nothing else, they need a bigger stage to spread their performance wings.
There’s something oddly hypnotizing about a guy rocking a trombone. A red one no less. A red trombone that looks like a plastic toy … but sounds like a musical complement on steroids.
One of the first things I noticed when the band took the stage was the space between the trombone player — who I assume is Cody Ackors (according to their web site) and lead-singer Taylor Muse was the space between them on stage.
That space was theirs. To jump in and out of swinging their instruments and kicking their feet.
You had to stop and watch each band member.
Taylor started the show explaining his voice hurt a bit. He said something about sounding like a girl, if I’m not mistaken. He may have held back a little on the vocals at the beginning — or maybe the sound board was a bit unmixed. But by the end, there didn’t appear to be anything wrong, and his was belting and singing with everything he had and then some.
I loved watching bass player Matt Parmenter ride the neck of that bass with buttery precision.
Having a keyboard and another guitar from Tommy Blank pushes the ferocity of the band’s power to a better level.
And I have to say, there was one moment when the trombone player beat on a keyboard by him and it made me so happy.
And Jeff Weathers on drums. Seriously, it’s like opening a Ferrari engine and watching the combustion move perfectly and sound incredible.
You want to know the worst thing about performance?
Well, do you?
I’ll tell you the worst thing about it.
It absolutely sucked that it ended.
You know when you see a great movie, and you think, “Man, I should just sit here and wait for it to start again. It was that good. I don’t want to wait for the fucking DVD. I want it to replay now!”
That’s how I felt last night. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to restart from the beginning. I wanted to hit loop.
Quite possibly the best part of the night was being in a room with a hundred or more other fans. It’s weird when I feel like I’m Quiet Company’s only fan only to have that rumor dispelled by someone shouting the lyrics as loudly as I was.
While the band is touring, they are booking intimate house shows, which I think is nothing short of brilliant. When you touch someone or bring that closeness to someone, fans fall in love. They become a bands ambassador.
Quiet Company’s road to stardom is one converting one heart and mind at a time.
It’s the fellowship of the jam.
Get on board, too. You won’t reget it.
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