Last night was not a show I would typically go to. I had never heard of either of the acts playing. I had no expectations and honestly, I kind of wanted to stay home and just soak in some more aloe (my sunburn from Warped Tour on Sunday is still ridiculously painful).
Driving past 7th Street Entry, on my way to the parking ramp, I was shocked to see the line that stretched for half of the block. I would like to think I'm pretty in tune with what's popular and what not, regardless of what genre, but this completely caught me off guard. Here I was thinking that it would just be me and a handful of people at this show. Surprisingly enough, when I got up to there door there was a "Sold Out" sign swinging in the wind. How is this a sold out show?! I've never even heard of Zella Day or the opener, Lany. Am I really that far behind the times?
I had a feeling I was a bit out of my element when I walked in and was surrounded by college girls. In my world, that's a bad sign. I'd rather be surrounded by a bunch of thirty something year old guys with their beer bellies hanging out.The fact that I was surrounded by a bunch of glammed up women in high heels just means that this was more of a social gathering instead of a concert. Man, was I wrong.
Zella Day is a force to be reckoned with. Her voice is more powerful than the emotional screamers and growlers that I'm typically listening to. For such a petite girl, Zella has one of the biggest voices I have heard in a while and it was refreshing even though it was not my cup of tea. Her show was not the most exciting show I have ever seen and the crowd was pretty tame for my taste (my blistered sunburn was so thankful for that). That being said, there was something about her that kept me at that show instead of going home after a song or two like I had planned on.
Everything about Zella seemed calm, soft spoken, almost shy until she would open her mouth and you would hear that big voice. That's when it went from an American Idol audition to a concert. It was Lana Del Rey meets Janis Joplin's drug habit (but only taking the good, happy pills). It was the music that would be on stage at a modern day Woodstock. You could almost smell the patchouli incense coming out of the guitars but you could also hear the passion and the rock influences in the music.
I walked in not knowing anything about either band but walked away with two new bands to add to my ever expanding listening list.