The band played some other great numbers off of F O R T R E S S, including the mystical song, “Coyote Enchantment,” and the instant crowd pleaser, “Rock N’ Roll Mountain Troll.” They also took down the lights, creating a super amazing and mellow ambiance, and played my favorite track off their new album, “Dark Tower.” I thought just then that the night couldn’t get any better: I had met Charlie Brand, I was standing less than a foot away from him at the front of the stage, and I was in one of the best cities in the U.S. he did! I walked away floating on cloud nine and returned to my place at the front of the stage.įinally coming on stage, the band kicked off their set with one of my favorite songs off their new album, F O R T R E S S, entitled “Tropical Birds,” an upbeat danceable melody with irresistible “ooh ooh’s” and a beat that makes you want to shake yo’ thang like it’s nobody’s business. Then, feeling more comfortable, I asked him if he would sign my ticket and. We spent a few minutes casually chatting about music, past Miniature Tigers concerts, and Phoenix. While I had been unbelievably scared to talk to him, he was-not surprisingly-incredibly nice and friendly. Shyly making my way through the crowd, I walked up to him and said hello. Ahhh!” I finally worked up the courage to approach him. After a few minutes of “Oh my God, should I talk to him? I mean, he’s right there. As we waited for Miniature Tigers to make their way onto the stage, I glanced nonchalantly over my shoulder, only to see CHARLIE BRAND-lead singer of Miniature Tigers and my musical idol-waiting suavely by the bar. I was literally so close that I could’ve reached up and touched the musicians. After a long hour of waiting, the bouncer finally allowed us to enter the club, and my friend and I got a spot right at the front of the stage. Outside of the venue, we hopped in line and managed to secure a spot right at the front of the queue. Basically, I’m in love.Īfter making the long trek into LA during rush hour, we finally arrived at the Troubadour, which hilariously boasted on its sign that “Freelance Whales and Miniature Whales” would be playing that evening. Road trips in my family undoubtedly include their first album Tell It to the Volcano, and I’m constantly walking around the 5Cs shaking my booty to their sassy tunes. They got their start in my hometown of Phoenix, Arizona, and I’ve been following them since the early days when they were playing in small venues near my house. And by maybe, I mean that I definitely am. Let me start off my review of the show by saying that I’m maybe the biggest fan of Miniature Tigers ever. While I’ve been to my fair share of amazing concerts over the years, last night’s show might take the cake as the best one yet. 1) I want to marry a dapper, adorable indie rocker 2) It is indeed possible to die of happiness (and I can say that from experience, since I died of happiness at least 5 times last night) And 3) There’s nothing quite like the magic of an intimate underground concert. Last night at the Miniature Tigers/ Freelance Whales show at the Troubadour in West Hollywood, I learned three very important things.
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