Catching Catfish at the Fillmore

I know I’ve been super MIA on here for a while, but I have a cool little story for you guys. This is pretty off-the-cuff and unedited so excuse me if I sound like a rambling sleep deprived writer, because that’s what I am right now.

On September 18th, I went to see one of my all time favorite bands that you may know of, Catfish and the Bottlemen. Two of my friends and I waited in line from 9am-7pm (which doesn’t sound crazy if you go to a lot of shows). We were the 4th group of people in line so we came at a decent time. We also happened to run into two girls that I met at previous concerts and they sat in line with us. Listen, sleeping on the sidewalk of San Francisco with a jean jacket as a pillow my seem pretty gross, but it’s definitely possible to have one of the best naps of your life on it. The Fillmore is super cool as a venue in itself. There’s only one entrance. One little tiny black door that everyone getting into the show has to go through.

Luckily, I made it to the barricade on the left side, which was the only thing that I wanted out of that night (other than meeting them). The opening band was The Worn Flints, who were giving off a super psychedelic sound mixed with a bit of bluesy punk rock if you can just take a second to imagine (hence the lead singer’s insane head banging, which to this day I could only imagine that he has a headache). I remember he asked how everyone was doing and I yelled pretty loud and he looks over, points and says “Yes ma’am!”

The show was amazing, and so much better than I could have ever expected. I loved the set list, and I have to say my favorite song that was performed was Hourglass, because not only is that one of my favorite songs on their first album, but Van performed it solo on his acoustic, slowed it down and turned the microphone to where the audience sang most of it. After they finished their set, I didn’t catch one of Bondy’s (lead guitarist) guitar picks that he keeps on his mic stand when he threw them, so I asked one of the guys moving the instruments off stage for one. He grabbed one of the black picks, steps down and hands it to me. Of course I also lost my voice the next day but there was nothing more worth it than  to lose it like that.

After the show, we waited in a line for a couple of hours and no one was coming out so we were starting to believe they weren’t coming. There was a guy walking on the street in a Corona tank top and basketball shorts that came up to us and asked what the line was for. My friend, Emily made a joke and said “The post office is closed on Sunday and we have a lot of mail to send out”(because there’s a post office next to the Fillmore). He laughed and talked to us for a while. We told him that we were about to leave, kind of starting to walk away, and he continued the conversation. At this point we were tired and super confused about this dude. Suddenly, he walks away and into the gate to the back of the Fillmore. OBVIOUSLY he knew what the line is for since the guards knew him. No one else saw this so I said “Dude, did you guys see that he just said hey to the guards and walked in the back?”. He comes back a couple of minutes later with another guy dressed in all black-a stage guy. They were making random conversation with the three of us about how being nice to random people like we did to them is super cool. The stage guy walks back behind the Fillmore, and emerges with-you guessed it-Catfish and the Bottlemen. The stage guy then says “Ok everyone, I’m going to take your pictures with the band, so hand me your phones”.

I’ll save you the detail of the 11 minutes of physical and emotional shock I was in before I hugged each one of them. As much as I wish that I could have had a sit down conversation with Van MCcann about the meaning behind each of his lyrics and who taught him how to play guitar, I got to tell him how much I love him and that his music means so much to me. His answer was “Thank you so much, Love”. When we went to take the picture, I was going to stand on the end by Bob, but he made a little gap between him and Van and tells me to stand there. I was totally fine but pretty close to cardiac arrest.

This night really gave me a glimpse of what good karma looks like. A simple joke to a guy walking down the street had some sort of impact to lead to such an insane experience to have.

To one of my all time favorite bands and an insanely creative group of guys.

Until next time, thank you so much.

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