By: Abigail Glasgow
Photos by: Abigail Glasgow
On Sunday November 8, I attended Misterwives’ concert at the 9:30 club. Unbeknownst to myself, this was the last performance for their Fall Tour, so I left with an unexpected new perspective.
Walking in, I noticed the intimacy of the venue, an aspect that created a special connection between the audience and the performers throughout the concert. The stage was sprinkled with flowers to accent the nature-inspired aesthetic, while purples and pinks blanketed the entire room. Already, any spectator would be excited for the seemingly fantastical performance that awaited them.
At approximately 7:30, the first act came on. I had never heard of CRUISR, but the trio of young “skater dudes” with backwards hats, high top converse, and random outbursts of cuss words, made for an incredible opener. With their lax approach and fun flexibility, I could just picture the three of them jamming out three years earlier, unable to foreshadow the audience they would have now. The music, a mix of indie pop with a hint of old school, had everyone warming up for the rest of the show.
In the transition to the next opener, I knew I was about to experience something quite different. First, out walks a tall guy with hair down to his chest, a neon tank paired with overalls and a matching neon hat. Following him is a tiny a bouncy girl, hair in Miley Cyrus top-knots, sparkles all over her face, and the cherry on top: Tivas and socks. The two of them proceeded to use neon tape to attach flowers to all parts of the stage, not excluding microphone stands and other instruments. This group, Waters, is arguably one of my new favorites. They began their set with strobe lights, highlighting their crazy neon attitude and upbeat vibe. They became the perfect paradox of smooth and jittery. One badass female singer surrounded by four male singers/guitarists and a drummer served as a surprising and inspiring talent.
At 9:30 exactly (hence, the club’s actual name), Misterwives made their debut. The group named itself appropriately given one young girl “married” four men; thus, rather than sister wives, these men became Misterwives. As soon as they hit the stage, their energy was palpable. I first noticed that each member of the band had their own unique style– be it a bow tie and short sleeve button down or a silver tank top and skinny jeans–that blended together to form a diverse yet cohesive group. Well rehearsed yet spontaneous, Misterwives put on one of the best concerts I have ever attended. Mandy Lee, the 23-year-old singer from Queens, serenaded every member of the audience with her melodies, and made everyone laugh as she giggled and stood in awe of her fans.
What I appreciated most was the multi-layered aspects of this concert. Not only did the group itself include a drummer, two guitarists, a saxophonist, and a trumpet player (instrumental diversity in and of itself), but with each song came a new and different delivery. At one point, Mandy Lee did push ups while screaming into the microphone to not succumb to gender/societal norms and expectations and instead do whatever the hell we want, a message that I think Georgetown students would benefit from hearing. The band brought up audience members, giving any other spectators chills to see the connection Misterwives was genuinely trying to form. By the end of the night, not one person in the crowd was standing still. Covered in sweat, everyone was jumping and screaming and building off of the energy circulating the room. In that moment, the familial vibe of Misterwives was contagious, and we all shared something special that Sunday night.