Last Sunday was not a certainly not the standard Sunday evening in my world – in fact it was anything but and proves that sometimes stepping out of the norm is the best thing you can do.
The evening started with a trip to Poquito’s on Pike Street in Capitol Hill. This visit was really just to kill a little time before the big event so I had no intentions of the jaunt turning into something blog worthy. We sat in the outdoor patio area which surprisingly was much toastier than the indoor dining area and it came complete with fire pits and heated seats. Let me tell you, the genius that invented seat heat deserves an award.
My first look at their menu peaked my interest when I saw that they had a Creamsicle Margarita on the menu. I had to try it and boy am I glad I did. Poquito’s had properly perfected the Creamsicle Margarita with a rendition that tastes like the freshest Orange Julius you have ever had. Not too sweet, just sour enough to keep you wanting more. Well done Poquitos.
As much as I am a fan of delicious cocktails – this isn’t even what this blog is about. Months ago I bought tickets to see Frank Turner (in concert with The Sleeping Souls). I have been waiting a long, long time to see Frank Turner in concert as it seems in his previous tours to Seattle he scheduled when I had TWIF events.
For those of you not familiar with Frank Turner, I want you to think angsty/folk/punk music from a skinny brit who is a desperate poet with wit and a charming social honesty– and then you should probably go ahead and check him out yourself as there are no proper words to describe his music.
Here’s where I will be honest about my pre-show perception of what was going to happen:
I believed that this show was going to similar to seeing the Shin’s at the Showbox a couple years ago. I love the Shins – who doesn’t? but upon arriving at their show I was actually highly disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, the music was great (in fact fantastic) but there wasn’t so much of a show. In fact, watching them calmly play their instruments on stage made me want to grab a blanket and lay down on the floor. Luckily the Showbox isn’t in the business of handing out blankets.
There was nothing mellow, calm or understated about Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls. He belted out a 90 minute set with near perfection and one of the highest energy, you cannot look away, fully mesmerizing performances known to man. If you have the opportunity to see him in the future – do it – I’ll see you there.