Just got back from Watsky’s sold out show at Irving Plaza.
I didn’t think anything could top last summer’s Gramercy show but… this one did.
It would be enough to see an artist perform whose every track goes into immediate, constant rotation in my headphones. Whose lyrics give me feelings that don’t usually accompany a subway ride, a walk to work, who makes me feel a little less alone in the world. It would be enough.
This was bigger than that. Better than that. George & crew putting on a stellar show, the audience singing along to tracks off the album that just dropped 2 weeks ago, Kate Nash’s surprise appearance for Hey Asshole, Watsky climbing up on the fucking balcony without breaking pace… and the even more intensified swelling of pride that this kid, this poetry slam kid from the Bay, an Emerson grad, is up there, being loved and owning it, holding the biggest crowd they’ve played for yet for not only the songs but for spoken word, for honest straight talk about what it means to chase your dreams, oh and for a harmonica solo…
Anything I could write would seem like hyperbole and I’m exhausted so I should stop trying, but for the love of God if you haven’t already pleasecheck him out because if the music doesn’t grab you the poetry will.