STS9 brings it all to the Fox Theater in Oakland
The 29th of January came with little warning, and I found myself scrambling to get back from work in time to eat dinner, drink half a bottle of wine, get ready and get to the Fox in time. I made it with minutes to spare, donning my media pass with a smile. Walking through the doors into the theater I became immediately overwhelmed by the lights that were passing through the crowd in a brilliance of rainbows. During the first set, I found myself wandering through the crowds of people grooving, arms up, just waves of limbs flowing. The lasers reflecting off the gold walls and the Buddha-esque statues standing watch over the crowd.
During the set break, I went outside to mingle where I could openly talk to people about their experience. I met a girl who jumped through hoops to get into the concert; her utility belt adorned with pins of all sorts.
“What made you come tonight?”
“Dude! My friend told me. We hopped over from San Francisco. I lost him outside, but I got in. This is the second night in a row I’m seeing them.”
Quite a few people had been following them since the beginning of their tour. The night before, STS9 was in Tahoe and those who partied too hard had such a good time they made that 3-hour journey to Oakland, just for another shot. After the set break, another magical hour and a half of dancing and zoning out to the ambient sounds and intricate light shows ensued.
I found a stable spot off to the left, right up close and that is where I spent the rest of the night, just being, which is the beauty of Sound Tribe. I can’t recall exactly what songs they played and in what order, but I can tell you that from the fields of Tennessee, surrounded by a hundred thousand other people in the more intimate Fox, the camaraderie exists.
What always interests me about Sound Tribe is this dedicated following of people who help to make the shows what they are, memorable and inviting. The crowd always is bringing high energy and good vibes. Even outside the venue post-show, the energy continued with a saxophone and a makeshift drum set providing more dancing, this time through waves of bacon wrapped hot-dog smoke.