The first time Noah from the Craycrays pinball-punched his body with wild abandon out from the floor-level “stage” inside the Polish National Alliance lounge and into the crowd, it was brief, as a lightning strike, and didn’t cause too much of a mosh-ish dust-up. The second time…during the last song… I’m pretty sure he clocked some innocent kid in the head with his guitar-neck. But that’s Blowout. Keep your head-up.
In any case, I woke up with a clear, unscathed head today. Though this song refuses to get out of my head, this morning.
It’s a year of “firsts” for Blowout. It was Amateur Anthropologist’s first time playing Blowout and they turned a few heads with their punk-ish tear into rabbling, freewheeling country-rock. Kelly got some shots, right before some acrobatic leaps and behind-the-head guitar playing.
It’s also the “first” time we’ve gotten through the weekend and are able to refer to it merely as “Round 1.”
There were plenty of witty quips dotting between song banter for many bands, directed at the idea of “Blowout” actually happening in a city like Ferndale.
But it’s the first time. We don’t know what to expect. Maybe…let’s just let it happen. Then we’ll see.