“History continues itself, continues itself.” – Piebald

There seems to be an undying cynicism towards the reunion show/tour. We get where you’re coming from if you feel that way, but if you think dragging down someone’s desire to see music that meant something to them at a point in time and/or still evokes a particular emotion is fulfilling, please get over yourself.

There was none of that as Piebald returned to their quasi-hometown of Boston on May 27th though.

We were all there looking for something different with the unifying force behind it all being Piebald. I can’t speak for anyone other than myself, but as you listened to stories around you, you got a glimpse of what individuals were looking for – what Piebald meant to them then, and what Piebald meant to them now – myself included.

The last time I saw Piebald was in 2004 – April 18th to be exact. They were opening for Brand New, so not a full set, but for someone who grew up listening to them in a small town, enough of a taste to leave a lasting impression. Fast forward through their break-up in 2008, I was going to their show on Saturday to catch a glimpse of a band that offered me escapism nearly two decades ago for what might be the last chance I’ll get to see them live.

At least that’s what I thought.

The days leading up to the show were an overload of catching up on tracks and brushing up on lyrics. To say the least, I heard things differently than my high school and college-aged self once did. I mean, these dudes were singing about how more people could benefit from learning about Marcus Garvey and Assata Shakur. They saw the rampant classism that was only grown wider. There were heavy, dark moments to the songs that made you throw your fists in the air and dive into a pit like a maniac.

What struck was one thing – in an almost frightening manner, these words are more prescient than when they were first released in the late 90s and early 00s. Their music had morphed into something completely different, something too relevant considering it is now 2017. So when I yelled, “You’re part of it!” or “I can’t believe no one ever told me!” on Saturday night, I was thinking about what we were all doing to back those words up with action, mainly myself.

Anyway, it was truly an engrossing experience seeing one of my favorite bands again. The crowd was hot – very hot. I’ve been to shows where people sang. I don’t think I’ve ever been to shows where this percentage of people sang basically every word. Highs were at their ultimate – Andrew Bonner celebrating his dad’s recovery from a health scare, Aaron Stuart celebrating his girlfriend’s pregnancy, the folks on the floor celebrating seeing the band again. Andrew’s parents and Aaron’s girlfriend were in attendance, which made us all feel like the extended family we fans had convinced ourselves we were a part of years ago.

No matter what drew each person to the Sinclair that night, our voices were bound together. Now it’s time to figure out how they’re heard beyond the setting of a music venue at 1:00 am.


In our new series on the live music we see, we hope to explore a different side of the live music experience.