In the early 2000s I discovered Calexico by fluke. The best way to find music. Still. In this case it was not quite by actual fluke, rather by (one of the few) benefits of being a music-reviewer. So I put the Calexico CD in the car one day, heard it. Loved it. Straight away. The music was there. Right there. Windswept. And interesting. I dug it.
By the time I got to see Calexico live (I had missed their first appearance in Wellington, which I heard was a stunner, but we were moving house) it was at a rather boring Arts Festival show with a very boring Arts Festival crowd.
I fell out of love for the band totally.
But then I was required to give them another chance – one of the requirements of being a music-reviewer. So I started re-listening, re-engaging. And looked forward to the gig. After all, it’s better to enjoy your time out at a gig (you’re not all that well paid, if you’re being paid) than to hate it.
The second time around Calexico was wonderful. I just lived for the moments when John Convertino hit his snare drum – the star of l show, as I said after in my review – I don’t think I’d heard anything so perfect.
It was a funny night. I was getting major Twitter-heat for my review of Lorde’s EP. I still remember that weekend was a blur of being called a misogynist/sicko/pervert/hater. It was nice to escape it for an hour or two in the sound of music I had once loved – and got to love once again.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.