Unknown Round Here Alts

Counting Crows live at the Sydney Opera House 4-10-13

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AD’s Instagram post the day before the show

WE NOW KNOW THE ALTS ARE FROM

Palisades Park on the

Somewhere Under Wonderland ALBUM


I haven’t been to a show since the Tabernacle last May so while not completely satisfying my carnal desires the live stream of this show did at least stave off my urge to scour the interwebs for front row seats and travel halfway across the country to see my favorite band. The entire set was great, a perfectly chosen blend of the Counting Crows entire catalog but what really stood out to me was the 12 minute version of Round Here


Round Here starts Here.

The Alts start Here

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SHE SAYS ITS ONLY IN MY HEAD

These things you’re dreaming

These voices you hear sighing and lying and talking
and screaming are only in your head

He then breaks into a common Alt, a few lines of Doris Day
and Private Archipelago both from his days with Sordid Humor

Why Why Why

Come outside she said, I think I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon I’m going far away for here Come outside she said come outside with me put away your fears you and me were not meant for bedrooms, you and me were not meant for homes, she said I’m leaving here tomorrow, please come with me darling, I don’t want to go alone come outside she said climb out your window come outside, before the world gets any colder, you and I get too much older, come outside, she said well come outside she said hey climb out your window come outside before my momma knows I’m gone, your daddy thinks your home alone, come outside and run away with me she said come outside she said climb out your window come outside if you cant get away, find me some other day, if not today, Ill be on my way. You and me weren’t meant for bedrooms, you and me weren’t meant for these small town afternoons, you and me were meant for leaving, remember highways and sunsets and all summer months so come away come away come away come away outside she said and runaway runaway runaway with me

THERE’S A GIRL ON A CAR IN THE PARKING LOT

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It was a Live Tweet event so you can
check out the Twerps at #liveatthehouse

Heres the full video, if you haven’t had a chance to watch it
Grab a brew, be it a craft beer or coffee and enjoy the show

If you wait for what’s coming

FS is Walter Stanley - Guitar/Vocals Josh Grady - Bass/Vocals Jake Glover - Drums

It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving and everyones hungry for something other than Turkey. Trading my usual Shotgun Betty for a nice Cafe Olé at Eclectic Intellectual (EI) in Downtown Zebulon as a group of 20 somethings mobbed outside chain smoke under the twinkling trees already adorned for Christmas, I had no idea that hunger was about to be quenched. All I can say is FS was anything other than bland, dry and served with gravy.

Calling themselves Punk, thats befitting plus a tiny bit Scream-O with a twist of Grunge. Dare I compare to the masters of three corded bliss Green Day but these kids have a spark and I feel that even mentioning their similarity to Blink 182 would do the slim and shaggy rockers with a long career ahead of them a great disservice. Swapping his Black Gibson for a sweet SG and donning a two toned sweet drenched shirt that just two songs ago was bone dry and solid green, Walter Stanley was everything you expected from a frontman. Animated, Vexing and Loud with an imprint of the guitar strap leaving a defined outline of its previous location like a well earned battle scar.

The next hour was a blur. There were great highs and there were sing-alongs. There was a new song waiting for words and there was even a ballad. Plaid ridden hipsters half huddled in a U of skinny jeans sang every word. Smokers popped their heads in the door just to scream their favorite line. There was a good time had by anyone with ears.

Something was left to be desired in the sound department but a Coffee House is always the best place for a vessel of your favorite beverage and not necessary built for acoustics. Perhaps music this big just cant be contained by four walls. With a few tweaked knobs on the PA Walter Stanley’s vocals will shine through the rifts and be heard as they more than deserve. My ears were however warm and fuzzy for the rest of the evening and thankfully my hearing came back just in time for Saturday Night Live.

The heart throbbing compound of the final song could all but prevent one from remaining seated it their chair and even brought one gentleman to convulsions to and fro on the green and white tile like someone who overdosed on Valtrex. It sure got to me or maybe it was that third Cafe Olé. If you were just sitting there without nodding your head or bouncing your foot you don’t have a musical bone in your body and you need to check your pulse.

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This Three Piece Suit of an outfit fits like an old favorite.
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Forgive the audio quality , iPhones don’t have good ears
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One thing IMO that may be holding them back is their name. FS is just to common of a name which led to a slight degree of difficulty finding their online presence.
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