When I first streamed Landon Conrath’s music, I envisioned myself staring distantly out a window into the evening or lying face-up on a bed with a pain-masking gaze. His music was made for a scene from any coming-of-age story depicting pensive young-adult angst. However, a lot of indie-pop music that tries to be in those.
The phrase “rap show,” for the average person, likely evokes images of a bunch of teens and twentysomethings ready to mosh and go crazy. The scene at Beat Kitchen’s performance space a few minutes before Open Mike Eagle’s set, however, looked like something out of a mixer for divorced parents: The crowd was made up.