I don’t like to toot my own horn too much (this is a lie), but I know a thing or two about biking (this is also a lie). I biked across these United States several years ago, and I learned a valuable lesson: 95% of this country is boring as shit. No, seriously. Do you remember driving across Iowa when you were a kid, finding entertainment only in drawing boundary lines with your brother in the backseat, the threat of war constantly a slight breach of fingertips away? Try biking that shit.
My point is, of course, that the Left Coast is truly where the enjoyable sights are to be found. Attractive ladies, salty sea smells, evergreens and redwoods. So it’s no wonder that the folks behind Blind Pilot are more popular than me; they were smart enough to only stick to that side of the country when they did their own musical bike tour. Last year, they traveled from Washington State to San Diego, Cali, carrying their instruments along the way.
Too Much Happiness caught them at Washington, DC’s Black Cat last week, and they delivered a rousing, bluegrass-meets-indie-meets-attractive-ladies-playing-nontraditional-instruments set. Their numbers have grown from two dudes to more than I can count on one hand, which leads me to believe that they’re either using their success to add new members or are part of some freak government indie music breeding program, hell-bent on providing the world with music that doesn’t suck.
I’m fearfully optimistic that the latter is the case.
Blind Pilot – “One Red Thread”
Blind Pilot – “Go On, Say It”
