{Soulful Sunday} Fictionist

In a humble accident last year, I encountered a live show at WhySound (now a favored haunt of mine, especially on nights like this upcoming Friday, when Alarmingly Charming is headlining! Wink wink.) for which the band Fictionist headlined. WhySound is a pretty modestly-sized venue, which fact some may frown upon but I happen to be enamored by because of this particular band. When everybody in there is compacted together like sardines, you have no other option than to feel in depth the power and emotion in an incredible live performance such as the one displayed that evening. Stuart Maxfield, inimitable as lead vocalist and bass guitarist, literally perched within inches of the standing audience. This, my friends, is an experience.

It's one thing to write intricate rhymes; it's another unmitigatedly to dispense your soul into the air and leave it hanging over the heads of all in privileged presence. Each member of the Provo, UT-based band yields a unique contribution that seams flawlessly to establish a strong sense of integrity and breathtaking intensity. They're one of those sets that unabashedly offers up their every internal weakness, struggle, virtue, heartbreak, and passion with such finesse that you're either torn open and stitched back up or simply placed atop the world, and no matter what you won't leave without having learned a lesson. The five bucks I paid for an hour of this music resounding in my eardrums are among the best-spent of my life.

P.S. For the record, I totally talked to Robbie Connolly (one inexplicably amazing guitarist) and informed him that their music is the reason I don't need drugs. Is that weird...?