I threw on a bulky sweater with some jeans and headed to The NorVa. The excruciating summer heat finally broke, and thank the stars above because Eagles of Death Metal were on fire tonight.
As I was walking up, I was expectedly greeted with an ear to ear smile by who else? Mr. Jesse Hughes himself. He grabbed me close, gave me a huge hug and genuinely wanted to know how my day was. I immediately felt all the warm and fuzzies you get from reconnecting with an old friend. As I went through the metal detector, I wished him a great show and he said “it’ll be awesome now that we’ve hugged it out.”
Once inside, everyone around me was talking about their similar experience and felt like something really special had just happened.
I’ve seen The NorVa at capacity and, unfortunately for some bizarre reason, when the show started, there was plenty of wiggle room. I’m not complaining though — I had plenty of dancing space to really let loose with my friends. The band entered the stage to “Magic” by Pilot and they started off full of love, with dance moves that emulated Mick Jagger. A cute school boy smile and energy I could only venture to say was from coffee, Jesse captured the eyes and ears of the entire crowd instantly.
Back in December 2013, a few friends and I drove up to Richmond to see Queens of the Stone Age perform at The National. That show still ranks in my top five favorite experiences of my life. My heart was pumping, ear drums were ringing, and a childish smile never left my face. So, I was stoked when I saw that Eagles of Death Metal were making their way to The NorVA! I actually have their album Zipper Down on my record player as I’m writing this.
Jesse’s a story teller in a very Baptist church preacher style with a whole lot of Hallelujahs and Amens. Before each of the songs, he told a story (mostly fiction, and only to preface the next song) but it was entertaining nonetheless and geared you up for the following song. I’ve heard of the Church of Rock and this was a place of worship tonight. He let us in on personal battles such as his family member finally overcoming cancer and expressing his sympathy for the victims of recent tragedies.
I couldn’t help but shed a tear when they started the groovy first notes of “I Love You All the Time.” This should be everyone’s anthem. With the devastating events that happened just last night in Las Vegas, the eerie familiarity the band must feel about the attack in Paris was undeniable.
Anyone that goes by the name Boots Electric should be hoisted up and allowed to do whatever the hell they want. It was a privilege to be in the presence of such an overwhelming rock legend.