Walls of sound vibrating and reverberating through the floorboards; collections of neon blues, reds, and greens; an intense collection of varying levels of head-banging. This was downtown Boise during its third annual installment of Treefort. And, despite my own lack of foreknowledge, the five-day festival turned out to be rather enthralling and, ever so slightly, insightful.
The closest thing to a concert that I’ve ever attended would be either the Clay Aiken Christmas musical performance or concert combination and a Piano Guys performance a few months ago. Needless to say, Treefort was a little different from most of my musical endeavors and experiences.
While attending a series of sets in the Linen Building, I was enlightened. Performances, in a general sense, tend to be a bit more exciting when one stands in the front. However, those coveted spots nearest to the stage are often clogged with excitable listeners. In order to obtain that spot at the front, one must simply wait until attendees filter out between sets to get drinks.
That’s when you strike and steal their spots.
After obtaining a better view of the stage, Red Hands Black Feet took the stage. They were loud- the kind of loud that I could feel buzzing through my entire body.
It definitely wasn’t anywhere close to the melodic threads of notes the Aiken and his backup singers- or rather Christmas angels- sang. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Being able to physically feel the pulses and beats of each song was something that came as surprisingly intricate and enveloping.
Walking in on the last portion of Terror Pigeon Dance Revolt’s set was interesting to say the least. There was an artistic PowerPoint of sorts displayed during the performance, and, at the very end of the performance, a white parachute was thrown over the audience. I nodded my head to the music, tapped my foot and just went with it.
To close my Treefort experience, I ventured into The Crux to listen to the Light Thieves. I sat in the back, was promptly kicked off out of said seating area and wandered forward toward the stage. The band was visibly surprised at how much time they had been allotted for their set and spent some time between songs deciding on what exactly they should play next.
The group sported a bassist with some of the coolest runs and lines I’ve heard. It brought me back to my Rock Band and Guitar Hero days, which aren’t really that comparable to actually playing an instrument, but I could pick out what she was doing and that was exciting in and of itself.
In the end, I’m glad that I was able to have my eyes opened. The experience was jarring, weird, cool and exciting. It was a sensory overload that had me Googling and picking out artists and areas that I had yet to take a closer look at. In essence, I really just soaked it all up.