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Not Very "Braveheart"

Tonight, after Will was put to bed, I drove to Chapel Hill with flyers in hand for Thursday night's Seven Nations show. (Expect an entry sometime soon about this commonplace but somewhat odd concept of "street teaming" for a band.) Seven Nations is, as regular readers know, a Scottish/Celtic-influenced rock band for which I drank the Kool-Aid a long time ago.

As I stepped out of Pepper's Pizza, I saw an oddly-shaped red blur out of the corner of my eye.

Swoosh! It was a college kid, legs and arms pumping furiously, tearing down the sidewalk as though his landlord was chasing him with a grenade launcher. And he was wearing a red and black belted plaid -- the ancestor of the Scottish kilt, as anachronistically worn by Mel Gibson in Braveheart. This not being the time for the annual Franklin Street Halloween revelry, he seemed a tad out of place. (And he didn't look capable of cleaving Englishmen in two, either -- he was built for running, not Gibson-esque heroism.)

As he vanished in the distance, a small group of his apparent friends followed casually, calling after him to come back. None of them were dressed like ancient Highland warriors. When they walked past, I handed one of them a Seven Nations flyer: "I, uh, think your friend might like this band."


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He wasn't spasmodically dancing, was he? ;)

Have fun at the 7N show! Me, I'll just use my time machine in the form of their first 3 CDs and enjoy them for what they were. They have a right to musically evolve and change, of course, but I'm not a fan of where they've gone...

You know, I seem to recall you saying something about that once in a while over the last few years. ;)

Yeah, I know... It's just that I really, really LOVED what they were doing in the mid-90s, culminating with "Big Dog."

It's because I'm so fond of their earlier style that it was a tremendous let-down when they turned in a different direction.

I've gotten over feeling like they personally betrayed me and am moving on toward "it's their right to do what they want with their music, but I don't have to listen to it."

Que sera, sera.