Mumford and Sons: Greetings from the Front Row
Mumford and Sons is one of the few bands that grew their fan base entirely from the legend of their live shows. I saw them the first time in 2010 and wrote a review HERE. The second time (6/12/2011), the entire show sold out in moments and I needed an oxygen tank to breathe since my seats were so far back. Aaaaanyway, I could see Nick Tapp annoyingly bouncing around the FRONT ROW. Green with envy and irritated for days, I asked him to detail his experience for the faithful readers of RadioPotato.com right here. And he obliged…
My name is Nick, and I got folked up on Mumford.
So I work in radio. I have for a while now. And it’s been pretty cool so far. A career in radio doesn’t pay many bills, but it certainly makes for some good stories to tell.
But enough about me… okay, let’s talk about me some more.
I once shared an elevator with Aerosmith’s legendary guitarist Joe Perry… and a pile of end-of-the-day office trash. Janitors had tossed the trash in the freight elevator we were on to take down to the dumpster in the basement. Scanning the trash, Joe said “Rock n’ Roll ain’t as glamorous as it used to be”.
I’ve had a conversation with 50 Cent that was more of a short crash course on business. That guy is nice… and pretty effing smart. I was annoyed by Kanye West as he moped around like a 5 year old that didn’t get the toy he wanted in Wal-Mart. I’ve played X-Box with the Silversun Pickups, I introduced Def Leppard at Lakewood Amphitheatre and Larry The Cable Guy at The Fox, I’ve grabbed Bob Saget’s ass, I shared a boozy night with a Hollywood starlet and her friend in Vegas (now THAT is a good story), I was at the same party as Springsteen, Prince Harry and Justin Timberlake in London, I’ve shared birthday Jack and Cokes with Ray LaMontagne, I’ve belly upped to the bar next to Robin Leach, and I’ve been c-blocked by Ian Ziering.
Please hold a sec while I pick up all those names I just dropped… K. Thanks. And you know what they say- it ain’t braggin’ if ya done it.
Annnnnyhoo, all that stuff was cool, but perhaps the coolest thing that has happened so far was being able to get front row, DEAD CENTER seats to the uber sold out Mumford and Sons show at The Fox Theatre in Atlanta. I mean, I had better seats than the band. Every now and again, I’d have to dodge spittle from Marcus as he sang. If I was any closer, I would’ve had to use a condom. And yeah, it was cool. At one point, there was an awkward moment when Marcus was singing a ballad at me. Straight sustained eye contact for about 20 seconds. I felt dirty, like when your Grandma kisses you on the lips to say goodbye.
And Mumford and Sons is the first band to come around in quite awhile that makes me all giddy like a school girl around Bieber. I mean, I’m all looking up everything they’ve ever done, ever, on YouTube and whatnot. I follow them on Twitter and Facebook. I even listen to Laura Marling. Don’t know who that is? THEN YOU’RE NOT A TRUE MUMFORD FAN. Shame!
Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t all Sunflowers and Unicorns up waaaaaaay up there on the front row.
First off, I was crazy hungover from the night before. Before the music started, I was wondering if I’d be able to make it. I drank Coke and water… Jesus, I’m getting old. There were also the “front row annoyances” of the drunk girls screaming about how sexy the guys in the band were, and telling them the stuff they wanted to do their…e-hem… manparts. At one point Mumford gave them a nice little shake of the head and a “Shut your bluh-hey traps” look. Hahaaaa… take THAT groupies.
Oh yeah. And there was the sweet lady that knew EVERY word to EVERY song… and sang EVERY word to EVERY song, directly into my ear. And when I say “sang”, I mean she sounded like Ke$ha without an auto tuner. The way she twisted the beautiful lyrics of these songs into little shards of glass that flew into my ears and gutted my brain into a mass of shitliquid almost ruined the show for me. So I just moved closer to the monitors on the stage. Yeah, I was just leaning up against the stage at that point.
BUT, at the end of the day, the experience was an awesome one. Especially when the band decided to unplug their instruments and walk to the front of the stage to give acoustic performances of “Timshel” and the unreleased “Sister”. In this random clip I found on the ‘Tube, you can hear me laughing (1:57), and the annoyingly annoying schreechy girl singing in the background (:00-3:32).
So, all in all, the view from the front row of one of the most awesomest concerts was phenomenal. These guys are legit, and they’re going to be around for quite a while. They sang a few unreleased tracks at the show, and even those were awesome. And the annoyingly annoy screechy girl even knew THOSE words.
So, I’ll go ahead and call that Mumford and Sons will be around until Bieber both goes into and comes out of rehab. A timeless band with timeless music and timeless talent. If you should ever have the chance to sit front row center at one of their shows, I highly recommend it.