Three years ago today, I walked into the Westcott Theater in Syracuse, NY, and discovered one of the awesomest bands around. That band is SIRSY. Since then, I’ve seen at least fifty of their shows (mostly in the Syracuse area), and they’ve even deigned to call me friend.
On the occasion of my third Sirsy-versary, the band has allowed me to pollute their blog with something of a reminiscence. Here’s a snippet:
I could write more about that night, like how my first reaction to the band was the exceedingly clever observation, “There’s only two of them,” followed by the only possible thing that could’ve been more obvious: “Oh. The chick is drumming. Huh.” Suffice it to say, however, that by the time they got to the song “Crazy,” which was the second or third of the set, I knew I would see this amazing duo again. I had unequivocally become what people in the biz call “a fan.”
Unfortunately, at the time I lived in Rome, NY, and while I would never disparage that fine city publicly, it did have one particularly glaring flaw – a ginormous lack of SIRSY. After that first show, for the next three and a half months, I had to content myself with listening to their Pandora station and annoying everyone I knew by telling them repeatedly about the “new” band I had discovered. That Christmas, Mike bought me Revolution as a gift, and I played it pretty much constantly.
Read more on SIRSY’s blog.