To the residents of Funky Nashville: It was good to see all y'all at Exit/In for The Budos Band on Thursday night. We're not gonna lie, we were half expecting an empty room since more often than not, out-town-band plus weeknight times Biblical motherfucking weather equals weak attendance. And from the sound of it, everybody else there was expecting the same thing. But what we all got was a few hundred lively folks ready to get funky — it was beautiful, surprising and just altogether fan-fucking-tastic. Occasionally your soul just screams for a killer show with a killer crowd and that, ladies and gentleman, is exactly what went down.
We showed up early to catch D-Funk's opening set, as we had just been talking a couple of weeks ago about the challenge of DJ-ing before a band world famous for the dopeness of their record-collecting savvy. Needless to say, our boy rose to the challenge and dropped a set of slippery, heavy funk from the four corners of the globe that made us proud. Sure, we knew a lot of the material because we had already bought those records based on the D-Funkiest's recommendations, but it was a pleasure to hear them pumping out through the big system in the big room. When a DJ is the only opener, it's their job to set the mood for the evening, and D-Funk definitely had the "groovy" knob turned all the way up.
And The Budos Band was ... fucking incredible. We're not afraid to admit we are slavish whores for their albums, and we had really high expectations for the live show. Basically, The Budos Band left a smoking crater where our brains used to be. From the very first note is was evident that everyone in the band — all 10 of them — and the audience were clearly on the same mental plane, swaying in unison, heads bobbing and bodies flowing like, um ... like we weren't in Nashville, maybe? Not to get all cosmic and shit, but there was some serious consciousness transportation going on in that room — and we're not just talking about those two college dudes we met who had taken way too many ’shrooms.
Clocking in right around 90 minutes and leaning heavily on tracks from their latest album, The Budos Band III, Thursday night's show was exactly what the fans had been looking for as they stood in the pouring rain waiting to get in with tornado sirens howling in the background. The sidewalk outside after the show was basically a big bunch of folks shaking their heads in disbelief, bowled over by the sheer quantity of badassery, and by a band that is equal parts awesome percussion and beguiling melody. We apologize for the sparsity of details, but, like our Budos-fan brethren, our brains were left in a blown-out state, and we're still trying to put the pieces back together and bring our noggin back from its cosmic journey. Great show.