Pan in on the moon, a waxing gibbous with the New York City skyline dipping beneath it, Brooklyn Bridge shining. My focus shifts quickly away from the large screens donned on either side of Pier 17’s stage and instead down to the band. A deep breath in and a deep breath out – thus starts night two of The Front Bottom’s cross country tour.
Launching immediately into the pounding rhythm of drums, enveloping sound of being home, and the endearing voice of Brian Sella who grounds me right where I am, a thought creeps through my mind.
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