I could hear the voice a block away. As I walked towards Harlow's Nightclub on J. Street in Sacramento on this rainy night, I could hear this deep, booming, husky female voice permeating the walls of the club and resonating onto the wet streets. This voice could have come from ancient times. The deep, perhaps ancient soul behind the voice was almost unsettling as it penetrated through the walls.
At first I thought it may have been a recording, but as I got closer and heard the sound of live drums and the thrum of the crowd, I knew it was the golden voice of Erika Wennerstrom of the Heartless Bastards.
Upon entering the usually noisy club, it blew me away how quiet and reverent the crowd had suddenly become, a hush fallen across them as the band started a quiet number. They were taking it all in on this Easter night. Eventually the band changed course, as they are apt to do, breaking through the intimacy with their raw, blues based rock and amazing cohesiveness.
At one point someone in the crowd shouted "Thanks!" to the band for playing here and Erika thanked him back, then paused, "We thought it was a little strange to play on Easter Sunday, but being here with all of you sure beats sitting in a hotel room" said the road worn singer. With that, the fun commenced again and the Heartless Bastards rocked the room some more.
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