A Little Joy

The last time I wrote I talked about getting into free concerts because of my internship, and that's exactly what I'm going to write about now.

This past summer I discovered a band called Little Joy, and their debut album quickly became my summer jam. One of my best friends and I would always put it on when we were cooking dinner or driving around aimlessly. I'm awful at describing music, but it's great pop with a Brazilian feel.

I had no idea that they were part of Beggars until I started working at the office and saw one of their posters on the wall, and when I found out that they were playing a show at Webster Hall I decided that I HAD to go, so I got myself on the list before it filled up and did my best to prepare myself for the awesome rock that was about to occur.

The concert was great, as I expected it to be. Devendra Banhart was a secret guest opener. I had never really listened to his stuff, and I probably won't start, but some of the stuff he did was pretty cool. He was dressed like he was at Bonnaroo, totally druggy and greasy, but oddly enough after his set I saw him in the VIP section and he looked clean and had changed into a suit. Weird.

Anyway, Little Joy did not disappoint. They played pretty much their entire album (I didn't notice if they missed any songs) as well as some new tunes and covers. I sort of got my dance on during the encore, and after the show a fellow Beggars intern and I attempted to pass out stickers for a new band called The xx and flyers for a different show the next night, but the people at Webster Hall didn't seem too into it. At the Yo La Tengo show most people took the flyers that I was handing out, but at the end of the night I still had a ton of stickers and stuff.

As much as I loved the show it did make me a little homesick, as it made me miss my friend who would have loved to have seen Little Joy with me. It's sort of rough in NYC. It can be hard to make friends. At least, it's harder to make friends than it is in Nashville, where it's really easy to meet new people, at least for me. I always took that for granted. I mean, I love NYC and all that it has to offer, but people who live here, people who walk down the street, a lot of them seem really lonely. You know, it probably doesn't help that most of the other interns where I work are 25.