Men I Trust (There's at Least Four): A Dream at Emo's

I pulled out my notebook during their first song and wrote, “it’s so weird to have a bunch of strangers in my bedroom.” I’m talking about the comfort and subsequent rawness of just feeling your feelings inside the room where you rest each night. Emma, Jessy, and Dragos (that’s Men I Trust to us) filled Emo’s with a welcome for all as they exchanged soft smiles and innocent laughter throughout the show. The note I should have taken was, “how sweet of the band to invite all of these beautiful people into their bedroom.” It was clear these beautiful, musical friends were enjoying each other’s company as we enjoyed theirs. 

Copyright (c) 2018 Justin Higuchi

A safe, cozy Emo’s felt like a Stubb’s outdoor show, made possible by the sweet n’ dreamy lighting and groovier renditions of the trio’s typically subdued, melancholy tunes. The crowd recognized the only song that maintained all of its euphonic sadness by its very first chord and we erupted in a release of gratitude for Men I Trust to “show (us) how (they) care.”  

I was alone in the crowd for that song and a few more, an uncomfortable isolation broken by some familiar faces. My friend Hannah was there taking photos and also wearing pajamas. Her presence and wardrobe only further supported my inkling of the intimate slumber-party smell in the air. Inside an evening of quiet connection and introspection, I felt at peace and welcome to wear my heart on my sleeve. 

Photo by Jakoor

The musicians on stage--the usual trio and a fourth mystery man the internet could not help me identify--were all clearly skilled and these songs were easy jams for them to relax into. As the show progressed, so did their musicality and intensity. Beginning with their distinctive almost-lullaby sound, we were all drenched in wailing guitar solos and funky drum patterns by the end of the set. 

This sonic journey helped my feelings flow from venue to diary. Although, it would’ve been perfectly in-tune for me to crack her open and pour my heart onto pages in the middle of GA. Was it Men I Trust who welcomed me into their bedroom to speak of hopes and dreams until the sun rose or did I carry them back home with me?