With my arm mostly healed, it’s back to shooting shows for me, and I guess why not throw some rambling in too.
Tuesday night saw my third trip over to White Eagle Hall in Jersey City. I had previously been there for opening night with Rye Coalition back in May, and Roky Erickson in September.
Tonight’s trip was for New Found Glory. Though ubiquitous throughout my time in high school, they never really grew on me until I ended up hanging out with and playing bass for my brother’s pop-punk band. And although I had been in the vicinity of NFG performances a few times over the years (including a bizarre case of mistaken identity with them and my old band in a Bamboozle press tent) I had not seen them play until a few years ago in New York. It was a fantastic show – they’re one of those bands that use the entire stage, the entire time.
When I saw they were coming to White Eagle, I really wanted to check out the show and get some shots. They did not disappoint. Again, they were all over White Eagle’s large stage. But the surprising part was the role the crowd played in the show. Never once did I see a bouncer put a stop to the crowd surfers and stage divers. Granted this was White Eagle’s first true 800-person sell out, so there were ample arms to catch people stage diving. But this went on for the entire show. Though a huge crowd, the chaos in the front half of the crowd really gave it a little bit of the excitement I usually associate with particularly rowdy basement and (not pop) punk shows rather than large venues with bouncers.
All in all, it was a great show. And between my Lyft driver raving unprompted about White Eagle en route to the show, and my co-Lyft Line passengers being thrilled about the prospect of a venue having shows like this on this side of the Hudson, White Eagle seems to be doing a good job 6 months in.
New Found Glory