Squeezeboxed

Jason Webley played The Taphouse Saturday night. I had interviewed him earlier in the week and was excited to hear it all go down live and loud. The show (unfortunately) was the night after Winefest, which I had the opportunity to attend for free (meaning I was tipsy-toodles when getting to the venue).  Despite drinking all day, arriving to the gig over two hours early, and sitting through opening band Momentary Prophets (who were great--lead singer Jake Hull can wail and I cannot wait to see him perform again), I somehow had the energy to get over to the dancefloor.

For all intents and purposes, the squeezebox is not my favorite instrument. I have nothing against it; it just doesn't scream rock to me. However, Webley's gypsy folky punky groovefest isn't at all what one thinks when hearing the word "accordian." I enjoyed every last minute of it. And I was proud of Norfolk and its ability to get out to something like this en masse.  The Taphouse is a gem in our community & we owe them major grats on some of the shows they book. Alas, I was dead on my feet by midnight and left a little after, missing Webley's signature singalong nightcap. I'm sure it was rad.