Despite all my pretensions to music snobbery, I have not once seen a show at Common Grounds (well, not since Line Camp, and that doesn’t really count, does it?). I’ve driven to Austin and Dallas—and even once flown home to Arizona—just to see acts like Sufjan Stevens, Toro y Moi, and Jeff Mangum. But I never did make the five-minute walk from campus to see one of the many performers who have come to Common Grounds during the last three years.
Although I had been invited to several Lomelda concerts and listened to their Late Dawn Inheritance more than once, I had never seen the band live. Now reduced from a trio to a duo, Lomelda retains a captivating stage presence—although I’m sure most of you already know that, since you probably saw the band before I did. Hannah Read has an unconventional and unpredictable singing voice which simmers above and below the staccato drumming of her bandmate Zachary Daniel and her own thrumming guitar. A breeze blowing through the humid Waco evening during their final song perfectly complemented the band’s raw but contemplative energy. North Carolina band Lowland Hum took the stage next.
The twosomes of Lomelda and Lowland Hum gave way to the seven-piece which took the stage last. The sprawling band, appropriately called The Collection, lit up the space with banjo-driven harmonies and a buoyant onstage camaraderie. An accordionist, a guitarist, a clarinetist, a trombonist, and the banjo player crowded the stage, but the limited space didn’t keep them from dancing merrily to their raucous, folksy music. And during the finale, The Collection were joined onstage by fellow musicians The Oh Hellos in a fitting conclusion to the band’s celebration of community and, you know, collections.
So, do I regret missing three years’ worth of Common Grounds concerts? I’ve passed up Jon Foreman, MuteMath, Sondre Lerche, and other bands that I probably would have driven (but not walked) to see. And, no matter how much I like the outdoor space for studying, it is much more intimate, much more intentional (to use a word in the Common Grounds jargon) when it is being used to connect artists with audiences. But there is a part of me that’s glad I waited until my senior year to make the trip. The mellow and unpredictable stylings of Lomelda, the emotive harmonies of Lowland Hum, and the joyous camaraderie of The Collection have fittingly ushered in my senior year, my last year of firsts. But still, maybe I shouldn’t have waited so long, and maybe you shouldn’t either.
