enid & edgar + joe

Tonight I went to a wonderful little vintage store with a sweet array of clothing, accessories, a giant OWL wall, a stage, and a side room where trees grow like it's the outdoors, drawings hang on the wall and feathers hang from the ceiling. The shop is called Enid & Edgar, and my friend Joe played an acoustic set there tonight, along with two other acts. It was the tiniest place for a show, almost like Joe was playing in his living room for a small group of friends. Very intimate and raw, and with all eyes on the lone performer it must have been terrifying/exhilarating. Joe stayed on pitch, never missed a beat, and even entertained a little to the audience which was super. This was an evening well-spent.