Last night was a Wednesday, right? You would have never known if you were at the Exit/In to see Pretty Lights' sold-out show, where the atmosphere was closer to a buck wild, absolutely ape-shit Saturday night than anything even remotely close to a work and/or school night. Elliston Place was mobbed with revelers kicking off their Hallo-weekend early and damn, were the kids ready to tie one on--motherfuckers were getting crunk, and there was absolutely no stopping them. For an act that's relatively new and hasn't stopped in Nashville before, Pretty Lights have a rabid, rabid following here--like, 100-bucks-for-a-scalped-ticket rabid.
We arrived early enough to catch openers Dark Party, but sadly missed their entire set while we were waiting in line to get in. Wait, scratch that--it was more of an amorphous blob with people jockeying for space like they were in the bread line at a refugee camp--we don't really buy into the "death of civility" thing, but trying to get into that show makes us think it may have some merit. We'd like to put in a request with the Exit/In for some sort of demarcation--something to separate the will call/ticket holders from the guest list/smokers with stamps, just a little bit of organization before people get in to the door. We think it would be better for everyone involved, especially the door guys--they were really on the shit end of the stick last night. God bless 'em for not punching every motherfucker that tried to push their way through--which is what we would've done, fer totes.
Now, bear in mind that we were infinitely more sober at this show than when we caught Pretty Lights at Bonnaroo--almost judge-like in our abstemiousness--but we're gonna have to say that Wednesday's show was way more hallucinatory. Maybe it was the vapors from all of the dilated peoples up in that piece, but we were almost delusional with joy. The sound was excellent, with every frequency coming through loud and clear and the new-ish sound rig allowing for better sight lines to the enormous video display. Pretty Lights' Derek Vincent Smith and drummer Cory Eberhard were on fire, coming hard with more charisma and stage presence than we saw from them last time. By the end of their almost two hour sweat-fest of a set, we were exhausted and ecstatic--it was totally worth every minute waiting in that clusterfuck of a line.