Emily Neelon |
From Section 221, Row M, Seat 1, I squinted at the stage. Were those people walking on, or just a few lone microphone stands? I couldn’t have told you. This is the problem with a large venue, I thought to myself. Why did I pay money to see a live show, if I can’t see the band playing? But within seconds, my regrets vanished as Local Natives made themselves known, starting Kings of Leon’s Mechanical Bull Tour off right with their soulful lyrics and silly dance moves.
I initially bought a ticket to Kings of Leon’s show at the Moda Center because Local Natives, one of my favorite bands, was opening for them. Local Natives delivered an amazing performance, devoid of needless theatrics and full of raw talent. They played all of my favorite songs, from “Ceilings” to “Sun Hands” to “Who Knows Who Cares.” Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any better, Kings of Leon came onto the stage. I wasn’t very familiar with the band’s music, but I didn’t have to be. Kings of Leon succeeded in making me want to sing and awkwardly sway my arms to every song they played along with the energized, middle-aged audience who’d had a bit too much “apple juice” to drink.
I’m a fan of smaller venues and sitting in the nosebleeds restricted my dancing capabilities, but I enjoyed the show nevertheless. Local Natives and Kings of Leon are both so humble and extremely thankful for their fan bases. Made up of skilled musicians who exude passion for what they do, the bands blew me away with their confidant, but not cocky stage presence and amazing, stripped sound. And to the bassist of Local Natives, I would happily be your groupie.
