Casey Mecija takes the stage. Her beautiful voice, heartfelt, fills the room. The sounds, very Obijou. Has she stepped outside of that wondrous zone of comfort? As we move through the waves of broken space and recycled air, we claim a better vantage point. Backing from a (former/current) member of the Acorn, and the we all get excited. Breakdowns towards the end of the set get incredible.
Together they create a nice balance like eggs on a Sunday. At this moment, and along with the bouts of awkward banter, it becomes obvious that Mecija almost needs someone else on stage, or at the very least, prefers it that way. She's more comfortable now - but the awkward stories, more enduring than anything else, continue.
The set, amazing though plagued, is at times lost to problems with the venue - the ambient noise is too loud, dampening her sound. Too many disinterested, still hanging out. And only really noticeable with lower volume acts, a problem with curtains separating bar and back room make for a very friendly divide when what at times may be needed is more of an iron wall. Regardless, Mecija's voice is beautiful as always.
At this point girlfriend orders a beer, dislikes and gets sick. Girlfriend leaves, assures me that shes okay.
Fun night.
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