A Sweaty Basement Show
I wandered over to Wasted Dream last night to see Paul Baribeau, James Berbert, and Jake Lazovick. A friend I was supposed to see the show with canceled on me because they thought it would be too sweaty inside the basement. I always love a good basement show in the heat so I was not scared to go last night.
I was excited when I went around the back and saw a crowd of people sitting cross-legged outside huddled around James Berbert. I found Berbert’s lyrics relatable and honest. While there were moments where he was struggling to remember the words to his songs, I felt a sense of connection to him.
Jake Lazovick was no older than 19 and his songs were honest and wise beyond his years. He took me back to a time when things were simpler and decisions were less complicated. His sharp song writing displayed his humble and pleasant point of view in a way. I hope to see him around more.
We all went inside into the basement of Wasted Dream to see Paul Baribeau. I was hoping we would stay outside. I watched as I could feel myself slowly turn into a puddle. I always liked Paul Baribeau and found his songs endearing. I enjoyed his story telling in between quite a bit. He discussed a wide range of topics from living with someone you are in love with, to how he would be the best guy at a party and knowing when the best time to walk away from a difficult situation is. I found new meaning in his songs as he discussed them.
I enjoyed the set quite a bit but I felt a sense of relief as soon as I exited the crowded basement. I walked back in the same direction for a couple blocks with another person who was at the show and how my longing I was felt all fall, winter and spring was severely misguided.