That was the case this past Saturday, which happened to be Record Store Day, an audiophile holiday that was celebrated at Ranch Records downtown with a mostly word-of-mouth promoted slate of live music involving Larry and His Flask and Yenn. But that didn't stop a slew of people (like, I dunno, probably 300 or so... jeez, I'm not a mathematician) from gathering on Brooks Street behind Ranch.
Sound Check rolled up just in time to see Yenn, the relatively new-to-the-scene local throwback roots-pop act, play an acoustic set. When electric, the band is super-spacey to the point of being psychedelic, but acoustically, the songs were far more subdued, and a bit more intelligible, with hand drums providing the beats while front woman Christina (they're all about the first-name-only basis) leads the way with her explosive voice.
When Larry and His Flask waere ready to play, the crowd had ballooned and the sun had come all the way out. Then the mostly bearded and remarkably well-dressed gentlemen of LAHF, as if having ants placed in their respective pants, went straight bonkers, with Jeshua Marshall running through the crowd with his big ol' double bass and Dallin Bulkley rampaging about, as is his wont, with guitar in hand.
As the hillbilly jamboree (a term of the band's own coining) continued, LAHF played some fan favorites like "Ready Your Roomates" and "Slow it Down" as a mosh/dance pit grew before. Keeping with their "we're just like you guys" ethos, the dudes came right into the pit, much to the delight of the mostly young up-front crowd - who were apparently pumped to see the band in an all ages setting, having missed the wild Silver Moon show earlier this month.
By the time the band wrapped up, Bend police cruisers were stationed on each side of the crowd - not hassling anyone, but almost certainly wondering how in the hell so many people knew about this band.