…My band was not one of those bands.  Perusing the net today I came across a short piece on The Morning Benders’ upcoming record on theocmd.com (Obsessive Compulsive Music Disorder).  Ah yes, The Morning Benders!  First off, their name is just confusing enough to make you look at it three times and wonder what on Earth it means.  I think I opened for them at Blakes maybe three years ago – or my friend’s band did, I really don’t recall.  If it was my friend’s band, I don’t even recall which friend it might have been, but I do remember The Morning Benders.  Should I be jealous that they made more of an impact on me than I did on myself?  Haha.

I do mean what I said in the title, also.  Blakes, with the back row all of fifteen feet away from the main speakers and the side areas literally ninety degrees in either direction, it’s a room I’m not fond of.  This band was somehow able to wrangle the sub-optimal sonic qualities into submission.  I witnessed the same phenomenon a couple weeks back on Valentines Day as well at Grant and Green.  The first band sounded like a really old dishwasher it was so mid-rangy and unmix-able.  While the second band, comprised of more seasoned individuals, (such as the guitar player from Counting Crows) was clear as clear can be.

I like to think of myself as a little more seasoned now.  Perhaps we shall share the stage once more, Morning Benders!

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