Moses approves

While watching Neon Reverb kick off at the Bunkhouse last night, my gaze couldn’t help but return time and again to the mounted deer head watching over the stage. Animals that are “awww, cute” in life seem to take on a sort glass-eyed wisdom in taxidermied death -- a holiness, like Ghandi. Or the "Mona Lisa." So, let’s call the dead, holy, stage-idol deer head Moses.

Yes, while living Moses would have run screaming, or at least, galloping, from the eager crowds gathered at the Bunkhouse and the feel-good indie rock tunes that emanated from A Crowd of Small Adventures, Hungry Cloud and Lazystars, mounted Moses looked over the masses and cracked a smile.

“I approve,” the dead deer head whispered.

So did I.