“Today, do you still enjoy going to concerts?”, inquired a friend who’s known me longer than your favorite act has been together. With time my hunger for live music hasn’t diminished. The opposite is the reality. Being in an area where no major cities are within a reasonable distance, acts simply don’t have a reason to roll through. Again, they most certainly do but not with any consistency. When that band, one I play more than others does, I’m psyched and grateful. So, yes, going to a show, one where the act brings the record alive, is something I crave. It best never be something I don’t.
A sweet cacophony has been seeping out of New Foundland for awhile. The recipe consists of a sextet bristling with energy, an explosive aura encapsulates them– the wick is set, it slowly burns, and when ready, or the emotional message behind each number has been conveyed behind light, swaying-like melodies, the song bursts into a vibrant, epic sound. Hey Rosetta! hold the ability to create mini symphonies amongst their multi-layered sounds drenched in passionate lyricism.
Hey Rosetta! brings this energy to Denver’s Bluebird Theater on Monday. Expectations are set that even if some have outgrown the live experience, I will be there as wide-eyed and anxious as when my club hopping began.