“Hey, there’s a band playing back here...”
An Elvis Costello look-alike shouts this to the main portion of the Boomers crowd Saturday, but the two dozen or so people that hear him largely ignore the outburst. Maybe their conversations are just that good or maybe they have given up caring about this Neon Reverb show, which is starting an hour later than advertised. Whatever the reason, nobody seems in a rush to head to the Boomer’s backroom to catch San Francisco-based True Margrit.
After a few minutes, people meander over, standing by the entryway to give the piano-driven trio a listen. What they get are cerebral lyrics inspired by time travel, mountain climbing and centipedes, paired with upbeat keys and a dynamic on-stage presence from frontwoman Margrit Eichler, who jumps on (and humps) her keyboard on at least two occasions. Most like what they hear and see — what’s not awesome about a grown woman that humps her keyboard? — and edge in closer, filling up space in the industrial-area bar.
Lesson learned: Next time someone announces that True Margrit is playing, don’t dillydally around. Check it out.
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