By: Derek Jung
Everyone has an off night, right?
That's what I kept telling myself as I drove home from my sixth Dawg Yawp show in the last two years. The duo, which has become one of my favorite Cincinnati bands and has seen a meteoric rise since they became the darlings of the now-defunct AAA radio station WNKU, highlighted by an appearance on NPR's Tiny Desk last year. This past weekend they performed at Woodward Theater to start their yearly touring pilgrimage to Austin, Texas for SXSW. It was not the start they were looking for. From the very beginning of the set it was clear that something was off. They started with "Can't Think", one of my favorite songs of theirs, and it sounded lifeless. Tyler's sitar was very low in the mix, which brought the song down. Fast forward twenty minutes and a few poor song choices later, and the crowd was beginning to noticeably thin out. By this point I was a pretty far through the traditional steps of grief. Denial? Check. Anger? Absolutely. Bargaining? Perhaps better described as praying for better song choices in exchange for buying a piece of merch or another drink. Depression struck about half an hour into the set, as the conversations around me got louder and the band's quiet sound got muddied even more. The set was a death spiral and there was no stopping it. It was around this point that I reached the last stage, Acceptance. I knew this was a bad set and there was no saving it. I even forgot to snap a picture before we left. Oh well.
The silver lining:
A) There's new music from Dawg Yawp on the horizon
B) The opener, This Pine Box, was absolutely fantastic.
Until next time, yawpers.
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Derek Jung and Joseph Kathmann -- Just two ordinary (debatable) guys that love talking about music. You can read more about us here: