# Ruby Coast

Ruby Coast

Image by Nirazilla
Nikon D40 + 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6G Nikkor @ The Basement.
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I almost got locked out of this show, which would have sucked because I had a great time. Getting there late (around 45 minutes after doors), I was told by the box office guy that I wasn’t on the guest list, which I should have been, as I completed a poster for the night’s show. I was able to get a hold of upper management by phone, who got me in. Relief.

Once inside, I was surprised to see that the place wasn’t packed as a sold out night would have usually indicated. It was odd. At Where’s The Band?, it was so packed I could barely move past the steps to get to the floor. Here I was able to saunter forward leisurely and still get a really good spot stage left, front row.

The first band on the bill was Ruby Coast, who had the whole room bopping immediately. One of the more memorable openers in my recent history, I think. Hard-hitting indie rock goodness with a pinch of self-deprecation and drenched in jumpy, driving beats. Check them out.

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