Live music has the potential to be any number of things. It can be a pleasant diversion, it can be cathartic, it can be a shared party. And sometimes, with the right artist, it can be transcendent. On the right night, when the artist and the audience are both dialed in, a sort of communal feast happens. The table is set and the artist and audience feed each other energy and, in the best of moments, intimacy. No matter how well you may relate the details of that evening to others, it still gets filed under the heading “You had to be there.”
On this October night I had the same feeling I have about every concert, that gnawing sense of expectation that leads me to hope for a spiritual connection. Some artists know how to curate that moment, none better than Eric Andersen.