You might be tired of AK by now, but in case you are not I found this bootleg on another website. Since then I have re-spliced the nodes and created an album cover and tagged the songs appropriately. It is now in mp3 format.
There is a song on here that I have never heard before called “Small Shapes”. Additionally Akron plays a Seth Olinsky song from the Best of Seth album titled “Ali, Ali”. It is a beautiful love ballad about that moment when you see a young woman across the way and are set in a momentary trance.
“Just so you know; if you buy our records, we can eat. And that is awesome.” — Miles Seaton
You know, it can really hurt but in that good way you know will be so worth it.
At night one of three at the Steve Allen Theater, there were times I thought I’d have to flee. This was the third(ish) time I saw Akron perform. I say (ish) because the first time I hardly remember due to reasons involving awful sound and intense heat. The second time I remember vividly, but it was a tribute show and they played only a few songs, none of which were their own.
Night one grew particularly intense when Miles taped a microphone to a metal folding chair and took drumsticks to it while Seth played some sort of flute and Dana… I don’t even know what he was doing. The combination pierced through my eardrums and picked at my skull until it reached my defenseless brain with its claws out. They did something similar on night two and it ripped my mind, tongue, eyes, everything… out and my body stood there with its innards watching beside it transfixed by sound.
I was nothing but nerves. All my insides exposed. I would have cried if forced to speak. And then they slowed, and softened. They sang about the sun or sadness, something soothing.
With my demons exorcised, they lulled me in with them to that space where I don’t have to think and I was overwhelmed by the feeling that somehow everything was going to be okay. They broke me down and built me right back up, over and again… no pain, no gain?
But what makes Akron so different from any other live musical experience, because they were/are/will always be, is the following which I will try my best to describe though I know it will only give a suggestion of what I really felt as words are only painfully inadequate symbols of ideas:
I had a moment watching Miles sing when it occurred to me that while nothing about our existence makes sense, the very truth of that allows us to make of this what we want. People, places, time, events are all orbiting around us waiting to be dove into. To be swam around in. Mixed together. Jumped back out of. There are layers we cannot see beneath this one and we can peel it off if we choose to.
Okay this is the night we go all out. Everyone there to join in brotherly and harmonious love. Go out and Love, Love, Love everyone.
I have ten tickets which means someone is going to need to bought more. ALHP please bought tickets for you, chabbs, thecolonel, and anyone/everyone else. Ebee I love you…..get on it.
I decided to make this show manditory so if your name is below you are going…
Capt AKAK
JP
Mroyed
Willum
Capt Shabbin
Serenadypity
Shabbin’s chicita
George Pants
TruFrazyure
Baby Drootin
Ebee
Aaron
Black Dresses
J WYA (Jody from When You Awake)
ALHP
Marianne
The Chabs
Everyone tell your respective bosses that you might not be in the next day…….