Allen Stone was just a warm-up for Andrew McMahon, the songwriter and lead vocalist from the previous bands Something Corporate and Jack’s Mannequin. I had seen him live before with Jack’s Mannequin a few years back at Patriot’s Point, so I was pretty stoked to see him again, since he had delivered a solid, high-energy performance.
McMahon had a drummer that looked straight out of Top Gun and a “Legalize Marijuana” sticker on his Baldwin. He started off the show with jumping onto the keys and dancing on top of the piano, and then led straight into some new stuff. He mixed in old Jack’s favorites like “Dark Blue,” “The Mixed Tape,” and “The Resolution,” which became a sing-along fest for the standing room only die-hards. I’ll admit…guilty as charged. The best part was McMayhon’s new songs, which included his typical catchy lyrics and newly added flirtation with dub-step.
By the time O.A.R. hit the stage, I had already had my music fill. The main act was just icing on top of the cake…literally. I had a pretty great red velvet cupcake during the show.
When, O.A.R. hit the stage, the crowd went wild. mean duh, these people paid $35 to see these guys, so of course they’re going to be happy when they walk on stage. The performance, though, gave them their money’s worth. It lasted upwards of three hours, giving more than just a taste of each of the band’s seven albums. The reggae rockers had a full horn section on stage, with some crazy good trumpeting and sax trilling, and of course lead guitarist Richard On doing some work behind lead singer Marc Roberge. They kicked off the night with “This Town,” making some subtle S.C. references to make fans scream.
The Train-reminiscent rockstars with a splash of Jamaican beach flavor played a little bit of everything, doing a whole segment of their older reggae stuff and incorporating their big hits like “Shattered,” “Heaven,” and “Love and Memories.” Though Roberge didn’t bring as much energy to the stage as the opening acts, the crowd was still crazy energetic. Everyone was dancing the whole time, and I mean sloshing your Miller Lite, hip-swiveling, booty-grooving dancing. That’s the good kind, of course.
Fat raindrops fell down as Allen Stone gave the crowd at Family Circle Stadium a plateful of soul. The funkadelic groove child had the most energetic stage presence of the night, stealing the show with his full-fledged dance moves and dirty vocals. Stone flitted from grungy soul verses to spine-chilling falsettos, the B2 organ flailing away behind him. The rain didn’t keep the crowd from dancing along to his soul sounds, and they went nuts when he introduced a version of Bob Marley’s “Is This Love.” It was love at first note, indeed.