Last night’s Fleet Foxes show at The Independent was a truly magnificent affair. The opener Sleepy Sun was wildly classic and rockin’ and really gave off a good live energy. This band totally has a career ahead of itself. Next up was some old timey fella with a fiddle and a banjo who played some serious mountain music, and his name was Frank Fairfield. This was insane, though. When the headliners got on stage, frontman Robin Pecknold mentioned that the Fairfield was only 22. If you saw this guy, you may not be too surprised by his appearance but his sound was more like he stepped out of 1922. And he had this incredible part in his hair. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen.
Fleet Foxes seriously killed it. Like, it was really good. At times the room was so silent and everyone was exactly in-tune with the band. It was a wonderful feeling and rather transcendent. They are that good, and there’s no denying that there were hardly any in attendance that felt otherwise. I took some okay photos but really just focused on enjoying the music. Mission accomplished. GG FF.