This Valentine’s Day, there was a West London post-punk band White Lies at The Chapel in the Mission District of San Francisco. Couples and squads of singles head-bobbed at the sold out show packing bodies next to bodies to the point that there wasn’t much room to move flexibly through the sea of people. A large silver disco ball hung in the center of The Chapel’s arch as the lights of the mirrors shined on the wooden boards.
The band opened the cheering crowd with “Take It Out on Me” as red and blue lights glimmered on each of the members’ faces. Harry McVeigh, lead vocalist and guitarist, wore black and white shoes and rocked the pedals as he sung “I’m in love with the feeling / Oh take it out on me.” Yelling “San Francisco! How’s it going?! Happy Valentine’s Day!,” the energetic crowd, especially the women, screamed excitedly while clapping their hands to the beat of the song. Who wouldn’t let out a passionate scream? After all, McVeigh’s sweet English creme voice is the main attribute to White Lies.
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“We honor the man who created the sound, values, and energy.” –S.H.
In the green room, the most positive man is Michael Litwin. He is the front man and has the voice of a true Rastafarian. He is genuinely curious who I am and what I do. Happy is understated. He is extremely delighted to answer any of my eager questions.
He is talkative; he speaks highly and kindly of his band members, introducing me to all six, as they get ready to take on the stage. Litwin directly looks me into the eye while talking about how excited he is to perform. It seems like the room is shrinking and he is getting bigger. He is the positivity I want instilled in me.
February 3rd, 2017, Elbo Room, San Francisco, CA.
At 10pm, I stood outside of the venue, along with the rest of the concert go-ers, when the manager yelled that the show was sold out.North Bay’s Sol Horizon and San Francisco’s Native Elements performed a live tribute show to celebrate the life and honor the legacy of Bob Marley in the vibrant Mission district.
A huge sigh was vocalized by the line of people, which happened to extend to the end of the block. Inside on the second floor, members of Native Elements sang and danced in as the crowd of reggae lovers yelled and clapped their hands in the marijuana smoke and fog machine infused room.