“You are about to enter another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination. You are now entering… The Twilight Zone.” And that’s kinda what stepping into Boot & Saddle to see Will Butler on Friday night felt like: an entirely other dimension.
Imagine a parallel life in which everyone’s favorite indie darlings never came to be. Maybe Win Butler was never born, or maybe he and Regine Chassange just worked out all their angst in therapy instead of starting Arcade Fire, but either way, the biggest little band in the world doesn’t exist here. No “Wake Up” becoming the anthem of a generation, no “Suburbs” or precious “Who the fuck is Arcade Fire?” moments when that same won the Grammy in 2011—nothing. Well, nothing except for some punk named Will Butler just making music and playing rock ‘n’ roll shows, just for the hell of it. Continue reading →