Some people turn to Chicken Soup for the Soul, others post angry Facebook status updates. I’ve found a new way to deal with relationship problems and life… issues – the music of The Submarines.
Blake Hazard and John Dragonetti sing with the wisdom of two people who know what it’s like to love, lose and love again – and their lyrics prove it. At times during their opening performance for the Eels, I found myself wanting to yell “Preach it, sister!” but held back, so as to not frighten the silent hipster crowd.
The Submarines’ performance was quiet, characterized by issues with the “robots” (pre-recorded drums), that led to almost a fully unplugged set, and melodies from the xylophone, tapped out by Blake herself. Luckily, the crowd at the Granada Theater was more subdued than usual, allowing those of us who were there for no other reason than our love for these lyrics to actually hear what was said.
Blake Hazard ran the show, telling stories about old ladies in Dallas bathrooms (apparently there are no secrets in those restrooms). According to the Granada’s tweet stream, she also stole the show with her epic quads, but I’ll let my male counterpart be the commentator on that. I did get to talk to Blake after their performance, and promised that I’d keep spreading the good word of the Submarines’ music far and wide. Who’s to say I don’t keep my promises?
Did The Submarines blow us away? Not really. Were they true to themselves, their music and each other? Definitely. They might sell more songs to Apple than get plays on the radio (KXT, we’re looking at you), but it’s somehow refreshing to see a band play even when the ”robots” aren’t working.
