Drop the Base?


by Ally

Last week the intern crew and I got to venture out into the wilds of Maryland to interview a local band entitled ‘Drop Electric’. Coming to their front door, I immediately noticed two things: one was that they donated to purple heart (they were not just hipsters but caring hipsters) and that they lived next to Suburban Hospital in one of those commune-like houses that people always assume they will live in at some point in college.  I believe in vibes- intuition that tells you that you will or will not mesh well with someone. Even before they answered the door- I knew I was going to like Drop Electric. As they snuggled into their lovingly worn green couch, I could tell that they had done a lot just to get that sofa- and were perfectly willing to accept the sacrifices that come with being contemporary young musicians. I liked the fact that I couldn’t tell who the leader was- I liked the fact that they had a female lead singer that dead panned in her answers. Lately I’ve been feeling like I’ve lost hold of what the American dream really is- but it hit me as we were talking to them that Drop Electric could be the new version of what it could be. Maybe “making it” does not mean doing so in an economically prosperous sense but in a creatively fulfilled one. Contentment could be found in the struggle and pursuit of the perfect chord crash and the practices for shows where nary a soul shows up. This band made me start thinking more about how life’s pleasures could be found, at their most basic, in the journey to attain them. Luckily enough, Drop Electric has found a lot of success, especially recently. In June, they performed at the Kennedy Center. Anyone who knows about the DC performance scene knows this is major- from the beer soaked floors of the 9:30 Club they have risen to the heights of the national performing arts center named after America’s most famous late president.  But it’s their concerts at places like the 9:30 Club that makes them who they are- a group of DC kids playing music for all the right reasons.


Just to make sure my meeting with them wasn’t a fluke, on Saturday night I went to see them at the Black Cat. As anyone under 21 knows- the Black Cat can be a mixed bag for kids unable to legally drink. There’s a deep divide between the eager hipsters there to listen to local beats and the teenagers sneaking vodka in the bathrooms. But when Drop Electric got on stage- it was magic. It might sound cheesy- but it didn’t matter how old you were. The crowd sort of just melted into each other- listening to Kristina’s keaning voice and the crash and boom of the keyboard, drums, and guitars. It didn’t matter that twenty minutes earlier my friend and I had just been massively put down by a drunken GW student-their music takes you away from all that, it takes you somewhere else. We had had a private concert earlier when we interviewed them at their house (definitely check it out, cough cough http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RO7WXEOTuLo), but there was something about sharing it with a larger crowd of people. These guys are a group to watch—to follow and enjoy. So show them some internet love and go to their next concert. Support local bands- they are what keeps this city’s heart beating, and Drop Electric is giving us all a defibrillator-like shock to the system.

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