Grass Widow’s fast-paced music exists everywhere at once: up and down the subway stairs, in and out of storefronts, and back and forth between lanes like a fickle taxi. Over scattered beats, the wispy, layered vocals chime in, each coming from a different direction, and as the traffic lights flick the cars surge ahead, drowning out the lyrics with heavy guitar, the rustling of the pedestrians still present. The laundromat on the corner of 1st and 12th hums with the swishing laundry, and the creaking breaks of a bus across the street bring the chaos to its zenith. In the split-second hush before the light turns from red to green and yellow to red, the waif-like voices hang in the wavering air over the hot pavement, brushing against the hems of ladies’ suit skirts and the tailored cuffs of men’s pants.
Get off the streets and into T.T. the Bear’s July 29th 8:45 pm to experience Grass Widow’s bustling metropolis.