When “Lone Digger” started up, the dancing kicked into high gear, which made me tear up a bit as this song introduced me to Caravan Palace. Caravan Palace kept the momentum strong playing through bangers from their recent album Chronologic and their third album ( Robot Face). It was pure bliss to be among so many people who got lost in the beat, something I know we have all been yearning for since the before times. I didn’t see a stationary body in the pit, just a flux of folks dirty dancing to keep COVID off the meandering mind if only for one night. Caravan Palace puts magic in the air and a groove beneath your feet so contagious your whole body just has to wiggle and bop. When the lights dimmed and I heard the intro for “Comics” my feet just started tapping out of reflex. His Uncle B would be proud to see how far his nephew has come. Scales knows how to woo an audience and channels the charisma of a true rock star. He was alone on the stage, facing a crowd of unfamiliar folks that he soon made swoon with his smooth indie-blues licks and velvet voice. Although Scales started off his career with a love affair in songwriting, he slowly came around to the mistress that is the blues. King is, I’m surprised your mama let you date. King as a close family friend he called Uncle B. I had looked up this cool cat on Spotify and found out this self-proclaimed sinner-songwriter grew up with B.B. You already know I had to send it for their Atlanta tour stop for 2022, especially with it being in Heaven at the Masquerade.Īs I waited in the merch line to snag some vinyl, as I have made it a point to only collect vinyl from shows I attend, the opening act Phillip-Michael Scales popped on the stage.
It kept me going through a lot of the pandemic as I was begging for another chance to see Caravan Palace. (If you know, you know.) Their 2019 show was by far the best Halloween dance party I have ever attended. That 2016 show was at the old Masquerade in Heaven where the floor joined in the mayhem. I instantly fell in love with them, vowing I would die before missing one of their Atlanta shows.
This French electro-swing menachery was the second band I wrote about back when I started painting word pictures in 2016. Last August I remember seeing that Caravan Palace was making their way back to Atlanta in January for a 2022 U.S.
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