The Avett Brothers at the House of Blues. Part II

So oddly, this is the second time I've seen the Avett Brothers at a House of Blues. I say oddly because they were in different states. No matter. I can reduce the review to four things (one of which will have to wait until I find me a camera cable).

1) The Low Anthem were very, very boring. Bluesy folky types, and had their one song not been that slow, listening to it ad nauseum for almost an hour wouldn't've been so bad. The exception? Resident clarinetist/singer/what-was-that-thing-she-played-that-looked-like-saucers/bassist Jocie Adams. I genuinely thought she was about 12, and quite frankly I'm still not convinced to the contrary. No matter. Chick's got pipes. If she had sung the entire set I would've been a happy little toad. However, she sang about 1.5 songs spread out over 45 minutes.

2) The Avett Brothers rocked it, somehow, harder than they did in Boston. I'd attribute it to the smaller venue, more rabid fans, and the sheer damn giddiness everybody possessed. Whatever the cause, they smiled more, literally everyone knew the words to literally every song (even the obscure early stuff) and the floor shook so damn hard from all the jumping on Paranoia in B-Flat Major that we all thought our deaths were imminent.
3) Scott Avett is one of those lucky few who looks even more attractive drenched in sweat than not.
4)Despite cameras being banned, despite getting a pat down before entering the HOB, and despite getting stuck behind the son of Robert Pershing Wadlow I snagged some bitchin' photos, which I'll post soon.

So, until I find my camera cable/we think of a more entertaining post,
Stay sweaty and proudly North Carolinian,
--A&K&M&R

The Avett Brothers - Paranoia in B-Flat Major
Side note: The weird damn things Jocie Adams played are called crotales (crote-all-ace). In case you were curious.