Broken Record Gospel a few minutes ago at Riley's inspires spontaneous prosody from novelist - by N.L. Belardes

Broken Record Gospel are all still hanging out downtown in the music scene at Riley's tonight and I’m in the mood to do a quick post. Ben and Colin and drummer—what, this guy has to have a name—he plays hard and fast to the experimental sounds of Ben’s mastery over keyboards, bass and vocals, mixed down to the hips—cause yes, the girls and guys were dancing to Colin’s melodic guitar work and duo-vocal work; yet I can’t remember this drummer’s name. Let me go totally spontaneous prose on you again: Broken Record Gospel singers in their hipster music experiment tore through the Bakersfield gleam to shine a few Sunday night songs in their melodic mood swing for me and all the boddhisatvas (all goddesses who desperately need worship), and a few of us boy counterculture archetypes, all for the music jams... Speaking of Colin, he just told me about their gig recently in Santa Barbara… “And the owner said the next time they would buy us dinner, give us some cash… and it’s so exciting to play in a college town where people just love a great music scene.” Cut it out Colin, you’re making me want to move to the coast again… and I still haven’t had a barbecue with you guys (Hint).

Here’s the Broken Record Gospel set list, still hot in my ears from having listened to them motivate my prose just a few minutes ago. Hell, I could make it back downtown to listen to the next band…

She cries
The cipher
Hold on to let go
Born to die
The Little Prince (Ok, this isn’t the name of this song. Ben didn’t have one. But it was inspired by the book)
Dress rehearsal
All that you love

Some pics from last night. Sorry, none of the big fire...

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