Show Review: Eisley at Café 939/Berklee

I love Eisley. Their music is quietly underrated and I kinda like it that way. I’ve seen Eisley twice before, once in May 2008 at Chop Suey in Seattle and again in Boston at the House of Blues in October 2009. Seattle was an intimate show, the House of Blues show wasn’t the best scenario for them (opening for Say Anything), I think the crowd didn’t appreciate them. But Thursday’s show at Berklee was a perfect headlining gig: familial, warm, personal.
The other thing I love about Eisley is that I feel like I know them all even though I don’t. They are pretty public with their personal lives on their band blog, personal blogs, individual Twitter accounts (Sherri, Chauntelle, Stacy, Weston), and Facebook pages. It’s funny to know rock stars as intimately as Eisley allows their fans to. I can’t decide whether I like not knowing anything about my rock idols and adoring them from afar or knowing so much about them so that I feel like a creepy stalker. I guess it’s different because I feel a kinship with the Eisley girls, like we’d be friends in real life, so it makes me feel less like a weirdo.
Anyways, the show. Eisley beautifully lilted through their set list of great tunes. There was the perfect balance of old, recent, and brand new material. They are all paradoxically shy, but humble, and clearly happy to be on the road. I’m happy for them and had a great time at the show.
The set list included: The Valley, Invasion, Ten Cent Blues, Come Clean, Brightly Wound, Treetops, Marvelous Things, Go Away, Telescope Eyes, Golly Sandra, I Could Be There For You, and Manu Funerals. New songs that were played included Kind, Sad, and Ambulance.
I uploaded two videos to Youtube here. Watch them in HD, my camera is seriously amazing when it comes to HD video.
All of my pictures are below and also on Facebook. Let me know what you think!

Author: Domestocrat

I'm a lady who enjoys photography, football, cooking, long drives with the windows down, This American Life, kettlecorn, hot yoga, pop punk, my nephews, my cat Reggie, and my home: Boston.

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