Glow in the Dark
Now I get it.
David Garza played a late show at The Living Room last weekend. Jeff played bass and Konrad drummed. Later, during the cab-ride back to Brooklyn, Konrad told me that playing with Jeff and David was like dropping into the middle of a conversation that had been going on forever.
After the show, David took it to the street, playing a pre-sunrise bonus gig on the sidewalk outside. A throng of fans new and old surrounded the three of them, some singing along, some just swaying to the music. David looked as if he could have played all night, but Jeff's fingers were blistering in all sorts of new and interesting ways . . .
For me, David has been the missing link in my life for about 12 years. Back in Austin, I knew his music . . . sort of. Over the years, several of his songs worked their way into my heart and constant rotation on my I-pod--Amanda and I even dueted on Sea of You back when we were all in a band one sad Valentine's night. But, mostly I knew him through a network of friends and fans of his, all of whom were profoundly moved by his music and personality. A few years back, I sort of met him at his brother's wedding (yes, Joel and Michelle, I still owe you a present--my bad), but it wasn't until we were standing out on the street in the early morning that I shook his hand and got to watch up close what all the fuss was about.