This time around, I saw G. Love at a tiny venue that holds maybe 250 people. I was able to stand center stage about 3 people deep the entire time. So close I could've touched him, and I very much did want to touch him, but I didn't. I was too busy being the annoying lady taking countless photos and videos, in between spurts of singing and dancing. It was a great show and he sounded superb both vocally and musically. The bassist kicked some serious ass, and had the coolest upright bass I've ever laid my eyes on. Have I told you I'm a sucker for an upright bass? Well I am. Big time. This concert experience sealed the deal that I will never go see G. Love in a big venue again. It's not that he can't pull off a larger scale show, it's just that his sound, style and personality are better suited for a cozy setting. It's who he is, and it's where he shines. He clearly knows this, because at one point during the show he actually commented on the venue, saying something about having looked around town over the years for a place to play that had the "vibe" he was looking for, implying he'd found it. Validation! Now I can finally stop feeling guilty for not having enjoyed him so much at those bigger shows, and for skipping his gigs altogther the past few years. He understands. This show was money well spent and worth the wait. Here are some pics:
|Check that bass out. Made of steel.|
During the show G. Love gave a shout-out to my beloved Beastie Boy MCA by doing a medly that started out with the first few verses of Paul Revere. If that wasn't already awesome, he followed that with a completely unheard of shout-out to Schooly D (Parkside 52) (I had no idea anyone other than me loved that song), then wrapped it all up with the tail end of his own classic Can't Go Back to Jersey". Here's video proof:
At the end of the show, G. Love said his goodbyes. This is visual proof of what I was talking about earlier. There's no way it's an act. That face is way too friendly and real. Love that face. Go see G. Love!