The Lemon Twigs at The Stone Pony

The Lemon Twigs need to be the next band on your radar. Trust me.

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My photo of Michael D’Addario 9.29.17
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My photo of Brian D’Addario 9.29.17
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My photo of Michael D’Addario 9.29.17

A few weeks ago I went to another Asbury Park show alone *shocker.* This happens frequently when none of my friends feel like venturing out to see a band they’ve never heard of. Usually, I’m one of the youngest attendees at a gig. This time, however, I felt like the only one in the venue without Xs on my hands (and that’s including the bands members.)

I can go off about how all the members of The Lemon Twigs demonstrate clear creativity and technical skill. The songs have killer bass lines, transcend you back to a different era, and make it impossible not to tap your feet. Brothers Brian and Michael D’Addario sound advanced for their ages, but Brian let me know after the show that they’ve basically been practicing with their dad since they were born. However, that’s not what I feel compelled to share with you.

Here’s the kicker- when’s the last time you’ve seen a really good show? And I don’t just mean awesome music, but a Bowie-esque captivating performance. To the point where you don’t want to look away or at your phone for even a second because you might miss something?  That’s the type of show The Lemon Twigs put on.

To me, Brian and Michael are reminiscent of the sun and the moon. Brian has a warm and inviting glow around him, while Michael has a looming aura of charisma and mystery. They compliment each other in the best ways. Half way through the show, the brothers switched instruments with each other (guitar to drums) and swapped lead and backup vocals. It felt like I was watching an entirely different band. Both, I should mention, equally enjoyable.

One second, everyone couldn’t take their eyes off Brian, dressed in vintage, singing his heart out. There was a passion behind his voice that grabbed you, shook you, and forced you to pay attention. Then the next second, Michael was kicking, rolling around, and throwing guitars. You literally couldn’t avert your eyes because you would miss the next outrageous and wonderful stunt he could pull.

I don’t think I’ve ever spent a better 17 dollars. This felt like the type of show I’ll be able to talk about in a few years when the band is bigger and say, “I was there. I was one of the lucky ones.” We don’t have many of those types of bands these days.

So yeah… shoutout to The Lemon Twigs. I’m going to go practice my bass now.