Special thanks to Ingy’s brother Arlo for reminding us of that brilliant quote from The Breakfast Club (and also for being the subject of my unrequited pre-teen crush).
But Math and Physics Club is more than a quote – it’s also a band from my hometown, Seattle. They opened, a bit awkwardly, for The Lucksmiths last Friday (only awkward in the sense that The Luckies were late and had their high hat and bass strap). They started anyway, the bassist sitting on the edge of the small stage, and without their cymbals. And they proceeded to spew their mellow flow “all up in” the place.
I bought the tickets months ago, expecting to take a special someone; after that panned out, I invited a gal pal (but she had to work late) so instead I managed to wrangle a show partner at the last minute, and we had a great time. I’m a big Lucksmiths fan – I flew up to Seattle to see them last year because I was going to miss them on their LA date; Ingy and I arrived during sound check and managed to threaten them into posing for pictures. So I knew I was already going to enjoy the show. But a good opener makes the best band better.
Math and Physics Club was everything an opening band should be – reminiscent of the headliner, but with a little less polish. Unlike Von Iva, they didn’t rock so hard that they overshadowed the main stage, but rather complimented them. And on their first outing from the PacNor! All in all, I was quite content, and parlayed that contentment into hanging out with my potential new roommates and then passing out on their couch.
I woke up the next morning with the beginnings of a cold, and spent most of Sunday in bed with OJ (the juice) and Kleenex. But it was worth it.
