Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Concert Review: A Silent Film (Always A Silent Film)

I think anyone who knows me, either IRL or virtually, knows I love A Silent Film (Robert Stevenson and Spencer Walker), knows that their music has been a spark of inspiration in my writing and also in my life. I also think that now everyone knows not to question why I am seeing them again for the X number of times (it is now nine times, just to keep the record straight--not as many times as some other Lamplighters (A Silent Film's fan community, but as many as my wallet and time off from mommy-ing will allow). Of course I'm going to see them again. I'm always going to see them. When something so good comes into your life, you embrace it. I've written a lot about ASF (here, here, and oh, check out this cool thing I did with the help of Robert here), and yet, there's still so much to say. Their music still ignites my soul, their stage performance still shows their passion for their art, and the way they treat their fans is still genuine. 



ASF headed out on this tour after the release of their self-titled album in October. And this time, I didn't have to travel out of state to see them--they came back to Salt Lake City, the first time in two years (but I traveled out of state to see the again anyway). Of course I love the album, but the song that touched me most is "Losing Hand." The first time I heard it, I stopped what I was doing, and just sat and listened, hand on my chest, as if holding my heart back from bursting from the beauty of the song. I was ecstatic when they performed it, along with so many of my other favorites, including "Anastasia," "Where Snowbirds Have Flown," and "Strong Enough." I was surprised when I didn't cry during "Strong Enough," (I have during every other performance of it, simply because it hits so very close to home), and was equally surprised when the tears fell during "Harbour Lights." Perhaps because that was the song that started it all for me. I'd heard them perform it in 2011, long before it was released on Sand and Snow, their second album, and it was the song that stuck with me that made me want to seek out the rest of their music. Four years and nine shows later, I'm still in awe by their talent, the way they share it, and how it inspires me to make changes, go forward with decisions, and embrace everything good--and deal with everything bad--in my life.



After the Salt Lake City show, I thought I'd be content to wait until they came back through. However, my six-year-old daughter (who has been listening to their music with me since she was two), was so sad that she hadn't been able to go to the show (21+), so because I was suffering PCD (post concert depression--it is a real thing!) and because she wanted to see them so badly, I decided to search for a show with an all ages venue. Houston, Texas was the first one I found, and so we booked our flights and, close to a month after SLC, we were headed to Lily's first ASF show.



I'm sometimes asked why I would spend so much money just to see a band--it isn't "just" to see a band. I've made so many friends within the Lamplighter fan community, people who I can't imagine my life without now. Two of these friends lived in Houston, and three others were traveling to Houston as well. Sightseeing, and a pre-show dinner meet up, and it became a perfect vacation. This time, I didn't cry during "Harbour Lights," but seeing my beautiful daughter singing along at the top of her lungs is always going to be one of the highlights from any of my shows. 

Because I remember driving with her in snowstorms and turning up that song, just so I wasn't so nervous to drive. I remember traveling with her to the Huntsman Cancer Hospital to see my dad, her grandpa, and I can still see her little feet tapping against the back of my seat in beat with the song. ASF's songs have become part of my life, part of some of my most cherished memories.

I cannot wait to make more.