A Huge Musical Crush and Then Some
March 10, 2013
March 10, 2013
Best. Concert. Ever.
Friday night, Carnaval Electrico was held at the Crescent Ballroom in Phoenix. A gathering of musicians including my two big faves: Hanni El Khatib and the Cold War Kids.
Cold War Kids are frickin amazing. Listen to them.
If you don’t know who Hanni El Khatib is, check him out here. He’s rock and guitar and amazingness all tied up in taught lyrics. I kinda want to mosh-pit when I listen to him. His new album drops on April 30th and you can check out his new single FAMILY here.
And that’s my good and honest goddamn plug.
Anywho…the main concerts were outside, and despite it being Phoenix it was rainy that night. And yet, it was fabulous. The PBR was flowing and I stayed up late like a big girl should.
I ate from my very first food truck and danced my ass off.
And let me just say dancing in the rain was a delicious experience. Feral and wild, it brought the crowd together, not to mention it curled my hair something fierce. By the end of the night I had raccoon eyes and Gary Busey hair.
And with the rain, you could feel the love. It’s the hippie in me but the crowd was on that night. All of us meshing and getting along and frolicking in the rain. I bought a fellow dancing companion a beer. Another woman ran through the crowd hugging and kissing strangers – myself included. Another kindred dancer posed for a photo with me.
As a side note – if my interpersonal skills were as good in the real world as they are at concerts I’d be so well-connected by now.
The best part of the night was…wait for iiiiiiiit…when I met Hanni El Khatib. I was probably about ten feet away from the stage and when he finished his set he meandered through the crowd. No one approached him and I couldn’t help swooning.
Finally on his way back to the stage, my brave husband stopped him and asked if he’d take a photo with me. He said sure and waved me over.
Hanni (we are now on a first name basis) shook my hand and asked my name. On my second beer by then, I told him that my name was “Jules”, blushed, and then vaguely mumbled something about loving him and his music. I think I tried to hug him. A crowd gathered.
Then he wrapped an arm around my waist and we took the photo.
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face for the next fifteen minutes.
Despite my huge musical (and then some) crush on Hanni El Khatib, my husband is the best for arranging it. Whatta man.
As I said.
Best concert ever.