About 13 years ago, I walked into Nuçi’s Space in Athens, not knowing anybody or much about the bands playing — just a college freshman taking advantage of the music scene of the town I’d just moved to. (That’d get me in trouble, grade-wise, but that’s another story.)
It’s there that Laura turned around between the local opener and the headliner and said, “I’ve seen you on the Myers Quad. Do you know Owls?” I didn’t, but that was not only my belated introduction to the Kinsella emo brand but also a group of college friends that practically said, “You’re not the only weird one anymore. We’re all weird.”
So here’s to seeing Owls tonight at the Black Cat for first time since 2001 and the uplifting notion that music really can be the connector to a bunch of misfits. So, yeah, go see a show, make a friend with someone wearing the t-shirt of a band you like.