I crossed more than one thing off of my bucket list on Saturday. Not only did I get to see Cleveland-based rock band Cloud Nothings with a few friends, but I got to photograph them – from the pit.
Nobody in my group recognized the opener, Mist, but they had an electronic setup and Cloud Nothings is known for having noise pop bands open for them. Sure enough, their set was thirty minutes of uninterrupted electronic noise rock as increasingly weird videos played on the screen behind them.
The room filled up gradually throughout Mist’s set, so by the time Cloud Nothings came on, it was packed. Since the A&R lacks a good photo area, I was at the front of the pit for the duration of the show – better than in the middle of it, but still overwhelmingly exhilarating.
Of course, now I can honestly say that firsthand, experiencing the through-the-roof energy levels in that crowd was wild. Crowd-surfers and moshers were giving the show everything, even if the band was mostly stationary onstage. I got kicked in the head a few times, and I’m pretty sure I have a bruise across my ribs from the barricade – but even despite that, it was insanely fun. Even after I had to leave the pit, I enjoyed the show from farther back.
The band themselves rocked, as expected. Each song was passionate and powerful, their sound is killer live, and their energy clearly translated into the room. The encore, much desired from the crowd, left the air in the room feeling wrung-out and exhausted once they left the stage.
If you haven’t yet heard of Cloud Nothings, go check them out. I know I say that a lot, but right now I’m struggling to find the words to express how serious I am about this, and as a writer, that says something.