It’s difficult thinking back on this show, knowing it was enjoyable, but having the weight of a pivotal election in the back of my mind. The energy at the beginning of the show was generally positive, it was 8 o’clock, polls had just closed, and local boys Soft Candy were opening. Divino Nino, to no ones surprise, kept the crowd off their phones despite the compulsion to hit refresh every ten seconds on Google News.
Holy Wave opened their set with “Can You Feel It,” given I had been waiting well over a year, I most definitely was. Along with “it,” I felt anxiety, depression, anger, and fear because I had checked the election results in-between sets. During their set it became clear what music functioned as in my life,a catalyst for escapism. In those moments I am either a tourist in the world the musician has created, or I am in the present as an observer removed from my self. In a sense music that favors the “wall of sound/reverb,” aesthetic is capable of inducing those surreal moments. At a time where I so desperately needed to distract myself from the horrors of a segment of the population being emboldened and validated in their hatred of “the other.” I needed a moment where, as Martin Douglas would say, I wasn’t “the only black guy at the indie rock show.” I needed to be immersed into what was happening in front of me. Holy Wave gave me that escape for 30 minutes.