Back in 2009, when The Fly asked me to cover a Low Anthem concert and submit my review to them electronically, I had never heard of the band, let alone the Internet. I went to the show ignorant of their discography and remained oblivious to the names of the instruments that they played, the gender of each band member, the language they were singing in and the entire point of the evening for days afterwards.
In the wake of the show, I was forced to undertake a crash IT competency course and consort with an array of muso bores, learning words as complicated and diverse as ‘music’, ‘guitar’ and ‘crotale’. The term ‘double bass’, referring to an object that I had previously assumed was called ‘Captain Slap-Slap’, was revelatory in its simple beauty. I symbolically burned my by-this-point extensive collection of quills in a gesture lost on a vulgar fire rescue team and set to work amidst the blaze. Here is what I wrote. At the very least, I think it reads as though I knew what I was talking about, perhaps to its detriment. My reference to where the frontman is from seems especially forced and unnecessary. Excuse the formatting.
