Jeff Buckley Tribute Rundown
So I went to this "Jeff Buckley" thing last night at Workbook Studio, hosted by the Columbus Music Co-op.
The drive there was ever-so-slightly treacherous as it is in a part of town with which I am unfamiliar and I was depending on google directions to get there. I printed them off and took them with me, only to realize they didn't actually specify which way to turn at intersections. A hit curb and a minor panic attack later, I made it (by associating panic attacks with hit curbs, I think I've just identified myself with the young, driving, schoolgirl crowd).
Having been told to just 'look for the crowd of smoking people outside', I found it with little trouble once I found it. A door hung open for what appeared to be a dilapidated warehouse, adorned with a Clint Reno poster (the fancy-pants poster is the prior post and also hanging proudly on my 'rock trophy' wall in my room).
I imagine a somewhat similar experience for those non-past Jeff Buckley Tribute attendees / non-clientelle for the studio types.
Regardless, my limited night-driving hi-jinx were overshadowed by the rest of the evening.
Having been somewhat shunned by local publications (and overshadowed by the Bob Mould performance the same night), I was hoping people would still show up, and by all measures of assumption, it seemed people did. A crowd of seventy-five or so,20-30-something hipsters streamed in steadily the entire night. Admittedly, my hipster-dar was a little thrown off by the fact that when it's cold in Ohio, people tend to dress much the same. I had to turn to secondary measures of appraisal, such as the bottle of wine a group was sharing, etc.
There weren't any drunk OSU revelers, which scores points.
One of the things that struck me the most about the actual main space in Workbook where the concert took place was that in spite of the ambient lighting, the cool-retro arcade games, the white and red walls, the general level of kitsch-charm, etc, there was literally thousands and thousands of dollars of expensive recording equipment. Not being involved in recording of music, I can't shed much more light than that, except to say that Workbook is most definitely a recording studio.
Oh yeah, and the music. There were a few misses, but the musical quality was pretty top-notch. The Whiles played some tracks from their upcoming release, the "William F's" had some musical revolving door action and more or less almost shredded the backdrop art off the wall during their set, Steev Richter played with a band for the first time I've ever seen with late-addition guitarist Jonathan Hape (who had a great opening set) , Chris McCoy stretched his vocal chords a little bit, and The New Republic (formerly known to me as "The Pits" from Angry Son Records) recaptured the attention of a crowd that was getting ready to leave.
The musical stylings invoked were diverse, ranging from the folky-post punk of Joe Anderl and the Universal Walkers, to something bordering on hard-rock/metal, to some straightfoward acoustic-type stuff to blues and latin influence; all heavily soaked in pop. The Buckley covers were all interesting and again, fairly diverse.
There were also some Jeff Buckley trivia with prize giveaways, raffles of donated music-paraphernalia, and a generally low-key and amiable atmosphere. This night was definitely worth the $7 I spent to get in and the 15 minutes of my life I lost worrying about finding it.
The drive there was ever-so-slightly treacherous as it is in a part of town with which I am unfamiliar and I was depending on google directions to get there. I printed them off and took them with me, only to realize they didn't actually specify which way to turn at intersections. A hit curb and a minor panic attack later, I made it (by associating panic attacks with hit curbs, I think I've just identified myself with the young, driving, schoolgirl crowd).
Having been told to just 'look for the crowd of smoking people outside', I found it with little trouble once I found it. A door hung open for what appeared to be a dilapidated warehouse, adorned with a Clint Reno poster (the fancy-pants poster is the prior post and also hanging proudly on my 'rock trophy' wall in my room).
I imagine a somewhat similar experience for those non-past Jeff Buckley Tribute attendees / non-clientelle for the studio types.
Regardless, my limited night-driving hi-jinx were overshadowed by the rest of the evening.
Having been somewhat shunned by local publications (and overshadowed by the Bob Mould performance the same night), I was hoping people would still show up, and by all measures of assumption, it seemed people did. A crowd of seventy-five or so,20-30-something hipsters streamed in steadily the entire night. Admittedly, my hipster-dar was a little thrown off by the fact that when it's cold in Ohio, people tend to dress much the same. I had to turn to secondary measures of appraisal, such as the bottle of wine a group was sharing, etc.
There weren't any drunk OSU revelers, which scores points.
One of the things that struck me the most about the actual main space in Workbook where the concert took place was that in spite of the ambient lighting, the cool-retro arcade games, the white and red walls, the general level of kitsch-charm, etc, there was literally thousands and thousands of dollars of expensive recording equipment. Not being involved in recording of music, I can't shed much more light than that, except to say that Workbook is most definitely a recording studio.
Oh yeah, and the music. There were a few misses, but the musical quality was pretty top-notch. The Whiles played some tracks from their upcoming release, the "William F's" had some musical revolving door action and more or less almost shredded the backdrop art off the wall during their set, Steev Richter played with a band for the first time I've ever seen with late-addition guitarist Jonathan Hape (who had a great opening set) , Chris McCoy stretched his vocal chords a little bit, and The New Republic (formerly known to me as "The Pits" from Angry Son Records) recaptured the attention of a crowd that was getting ready to leave.
The musical stylings invoked were diverse, ranging from the folky-post punk of Joe Anderl and the Universal Walkers, to something bordering on hard-rock/metal, to some straightfoward acoustic-type stuff to blues and latin influence; all heavily soaked in pop. The Buckley covers were all interesting and again, fairly diverse.
There were also some Jeff Buckley trivia with prize giveaways, raffles of donated music-paraphernalia, and a generally low-key and amiable atmosphere. This night was definitely worth the $7 I spent to get in and the 15 minutes of my life I lost worrying about finding it.
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