"First off, I arrived to the venue a little early. Anticipating a long line combined with the sweltering heat, I thought it would be wise to attempt to slide into the air conditioning as soon as possible. Doors were at 7pm and the line was still manageable when I got into the venue. The venue itself, The Pageant, was a pleasant area with a decently sized bar and two stories of seating. I grabbed myself a drink, (My first alcoholic coffee drink made with kahlua, which I would not recommend to anyone...) and sat near the bar to people-watch while I waited for the openers to begin. As soon as the lights dimmed, I hopped off my stool and briskly walked to the floor space, gently maneuvering into an empty space that provided a good vantage point and a little elbow room. The opener was pretty good, a bit more folky than I am used to, but they did an excellent job. Next on was the main event, the Fleet Foxes themselves! Honestly, I don't think I will ever be able to put down in words the energy that emanates from those creative souls. Their presence on stage was astounding, in the sense that it was warm and welcoming - not boisterous and obnoxious. They had no need to get the crowd riled up, they came to play sincerely with the intention of making real music, not a scene. After every song, the lead singer Robin Pecknold, would quickly whisper a diminutive 'Thank you" into the microphone to the audience. While Pecknold has the vocal range from his namesake to that of a roaring grizzly bear, (Alright, his scruffy beard might be more similar to a bear than his voice but still...) his introverted demeanor onstage shows just how honest he is concerning his music. The other members of the band were outstanding as well, however the majority of them never said a word - yet it was obvious they were enjoying themselves. I truly believe that Pecknold's voice is his main instrument and if he could, he would probably never say a word if he didn't have to. The Fleet Foxes let their music speak for them."
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