“Any chance you’d play ‘Golden’ for me?” I asked, the din of the name-since-forgotten bar we were in for their official showcase nearly drowning me out.
“Uh, well…” Taylor started, and that was enough of a pause for me to realize I was probably never going to hear this song live. Ever. Ever ever.
Cue me going to cry in a dark corner. But I could respect the reasons he gave – it’s one of those songs they’ve never played live, not sure it’s one people would want to hear, etc. And hey – the answer is always no if you don’t ask, right?
Fast forward to late summer, early fall last year. QC’s manager Paul is hassling me on Twitter about the band not playing “Golden.” My blogging buddy Lori jumps into the convo and the next thing we know, we’ve been challenged to get 100 people to sign a petition and then maybe – MAYBE – they might consider playing the song.
And exactly 64 “likes” on our “We want Quiet Company to play Golden” fan page later (including a few of the band members), our progress came to a screeching halt. Hopes slightly dashed, we both shrugged and figured we’ll have to find another way. As long as they weren’t playing it at all, at least we weren’t missing it. Right…?
Then January 2012 came: I quit my job and went to the northwoods in Wisconsin for a two-week winter vacation. And Quiet Company came to Houston and played an in-store at Cactus Music. And they played “Golden.” And I may or may not have spent the rest of my vacation silently (and sometimes not so silently) cursing them. A lot. A LOT.
I didn’t see them again until late April. During that time, they played “Golden” a few more times…and each time I grew a little more hopeful I’d get to hear it, finally. So on a Friday night at the end of April, I began my mission again: hear “Golden” live.
I asked Paul who told me to ask the band. I asked Matt and Tommy who told me to ask Taylor. I asked Taylor…and I fear the combo of a long day at work plus exactly 1.5 beers equaled that brand of tired where you probably look wasted but really you’re just exhausted and though you love live music…you can’t wait to go home, crawl in bed and sleep your weekend away.
“Oh, sure,” Taylor said when I asked. “We brought two guitars to play it just for you!”
“Awesome,” I said, and we parted ways. But by awesome, I really meant that I wasn’t holding my breath. Exhausted or no, I know a bullshit answer when I hear it.
No “Golden” was played that night.
Then came the house show.
Quiet Company. On my turf. Surely they couldn’t deny me when I was opening up my home to them AND a whole slew of QC fans…right?
It went down something like this. The guys did an all-request show, and I was slowly working up the nerve to make my request (anticipating the heckling I’d get for asking. AGAIN). But for once in my life, someone beating me to what I wanted worked completely in my favor.
“Golden!” I heard a guy call from the kitchen when we were just a few songs into the set. I was saved.
“Yes, Golden!” I said.
And finally, at long last, Taylor relented and played “Golden” for me.
It was perfect – one of those flawless musical moments you want to live inside forever because nothing will ever be better than that. Favorite local band playing of one my favorite songs in my living room. Does it get any better?
The song ended, everyone clapped and Taylor looked directly at me.
“There, will that shut you up now?” He said it in his smart-ass stage voice, and to any tag-alongs it probably sounded really harsh. But I just grinned.
“Yes, thank you. I swear I will never ask again.”
And I haven’t.