still feeling rather brave from my recent breakdown-free, out-of-state, child-less adventure, i jumped at the opportunity to see mobley — an austin-based artist recommended to me a while back by (you guessed it!) my go-to music guy, steve/n — perform here in town.
invited shelby along. ordered two boulevards for me, two whiskey gingers for her. mobley handed her (and several others) a drumstick in the middle of his (fan-frickin’-tastic, cannot-miss, rendered-me-speechless) performance and asked her (and the others) to help keep the beat for one of his songs, but i don’t think she particularly liked the attention (oops). we shared pad thai and spring rolls on the venue floor between the podium and the front door between sets, intentionally missing the immensely boring local band (honestly, guys, it’s just a suggestion but maybe you oughta start thinking about finding a new profession). asked mobley to sign the poster he gave me for f r e e (because, like an idiot, i brought no cash with me, and also because he is an actual earth angel). bought a copy of the headliner’s new album on vinyl. committed then and there to becoming a show-going duo, me and shelby.