**Draft, will be undergoing changes over the course of the weekend**

I am going to rewrite the status I was trying to update, completeing it with as much of the same feeling as I remember having during the show, though it is now 4 am and I am sitting alone at a kitchen table in a completely different state of mind and environs.

Starkville is in the midst of it’s most intense musical orgasm in a long time.   For too long the kids of Starkville have been consuming way too much of one musical nutrient, starving themselves from sounds just as important to a healthy musical palate.  We tasted our first glass of water realizing how refreshing it was, deciding then that we should jump into a lake. As we were drowning in the sea, we came up for a breath.  And breathed The Weeks in deeply.

When I got back to my friend’s apartment, I re-read my facebook post.

My initial thought was critical of how exaggerated the paragraph felt.  Words like, orgasm, intense, starving, drowning.  As I was rewriting this paragraph, I wondered which would more completely convey my emotions for the night.  Would an even, nicely tempered paragraph, using respectable understated prose truly say what I meant?  So, because I wrote it while it was happening I decided to leave it in.  In fact I want you to know that my experience from tonight has forced me (for I could do nothing else and remain an honest person) out of a year long hiatus on personal composition.

The Night began at the Garden Center. The first opening act (that sadly I do not know the name of - they consisted of just a drummer and guitarist - if anyone knows their name I will insert it here if you tell me) was playing for what was around 250 people when the cops arrived.

The show was cancelled by the official fun police of Starkville.  

To get an idea of the crowd, imagine guys with beards and tight pants, girls in dresses, nobody more than 4 drinks under (probably wrong about this but that was the mood),  all just standing listening to the musicians as concertgoers are wont to do.  The cops, decide that for two bullshit reasons (there were more people than the Garden Center had a license for, and they did not have licencing to charge for the event), or pretty decent reasons (they were bullshit reasons)  depending on who you are, the show is to be shut down.   I bought my tickets off of the internet, this shit was official, official shows don’t get cancelled.

But we are in Starkville.  

I don’t think I have seen a crowd cause less trouble.

As some of my friends were on their way, they passed a lifted truck, driving on the left side of the road, blasting a PA loudspeaker, or, the most obviously sober driver in the area, whichever description you prefer.  And they are shutting down the people listening to music peacefully.

Yes, I know more than once I have started a sentence with And.  I’m no longer in high-school. The Dalai Lama said to know the rules, so you know how to break them.  This is one of those that is fun and good to occasionally bend.

Eventually, a few tenacious fans got in touch with a friend of theirs who had an available spot.  State Theater is too big of a venue to convey any real intimacy in a show, and that is at least 70% of what makes a good one.  So when I was told that this was our only option, I worried a little that things would have been a fairly big letdown from the awesome familiarity afforded by the Garden Center as a venue.  But, I was just happy they were going to be able to play, and that I wouldn’t get screwed out of my online ticket that cost me a 3 dollar convenience fee for printing it out on my printer.

When we arrived at State Theater, we were led to a room that I don’t believe any of us knew about. A ballroom floor. Much better.

There was no stage, this room was merely a rose coloured cube, with carpeted walls and hanging lights.  Once they finished setting up, the best concert that has taken place in Starkvillle in the last four years began.  

The headliner of the night was Color Revolt, who did an excellent job no dobut.  But, in my opinion, the stars of the night by far were The Weeks.  I was completely blown away.

They have been playing together for six years now, and they made it obvious the nuances that come with six year’s understanding of your band-mates.  I don’t know exactly what I would label their music, but there was some definite post-punk, post-rock blend.  I’m so cool cause I talk about post- genres.  I mean, if evolution of a form is natural, shouldn’t they just be considered the current forms of punk, and rock?  (no - but im not going into it)

I am a huge Instrumental post-rock fan, and they weren’t much farther than a stone’s throw from the boundaries of that frame either.  Their songs all had lyrics, but the focus of the music was definitely on the instruments.

Colour Revolt probably didn’t realize the quality of the band they had hired to open for them this show.  They were outclassed.  

Though Colour Revolt played for more total people, the energy of the music being played to a half full ball room was absolutely refreshing.  The sound was something that could have been played in a ball room twenty years ago while the grunge movement was still young.  This is not to say they were really a grunge band, but that idea was sprinkled in there as well.  

After not writing for more than a year, I read some of my prose and realize how far I have regressed.  I am using more and larger words than are absolutely necessary, and often as I reread a sentence I notice I have managed to create such a tangled and confusing idea that I don’t know that the reader could realistically follow.  It sometimes takes me three readthroughs before I understand what I meant in a sentence and I was the one thinking it. I’m sorry. It’s a draft.

Though the bands didn’t start until eleven-fifteen, both played about a forty minute set, managing to squeeze as much as they could into the short time between then and closing at one.   

All of the guys involved with the show tonight were rolling with the punches like pros.

A lesser band, might’ve bailed after their venue was shut down, but both of these guys stayed it out until an option could be found. My respect for Colour Revolt comes directly from this.  I can think of more than one established artist who would not have handled the shutting down of their performance venue half as gracefully as Colour Revolt did.

I feel as if I have steered off the course of what I had intended to write at the beginning, I was originally planning to do more of a discussion of current music trends and while perhaps I touched on that, it has turned out to be mostly a recollection of the night.

The night for me ended around a kitchen table with some great conversations with beautiful friends.  Though they have all gone to bed, I felt a need to stay up later and write.