Trombone Shorty, at The Parish Sunday night, made me regret a little less that I couldn’t get over to NoLa for Fat Tuesday. Or maybe I regret it a little bit more.
Not that the show was particularly themed, but Trombone Shorty definitely brought his New Orleans roots to the crowded show on Sunday, for my first show of sxsw.
I didn’t know what to expect from the show, but agreed to go along with a friend. We had luckily snagged some VIP passes to the Mashable party across the street, and from the view on the Balcony we could see the line to get into the Parish… and I went along because 1) always down to see a new band 2) I’ve only ever seen great shows at the Parish and 3) all our dude friends were doing that thing where they play pool and bro out.
The line went fairly quick. And shit. Trombone Shorty killed it. (sidenote: there were also free taquitos. hi. love sxsw free food and booze.) First of all, how can someone play the trombone for so long? I tried to play a trumpet once in 7th grade and and it sounded like a crappy shofar. He had full command of his instrument, and played it with energy. He was playing and dancing and laughing the whole show. You could tell that the man loved his music. And the crowd loved not only his music, but him. I was only too happy that I stumbled on the show and that I could start my sxsw week off juuuuuuust right.
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