You loved two rooms and somebody was always telling you to pick one. Maybe it was the sanctuary you miss — the singing, the hands up, four hundred people meaning it at the same time. Maybe it was the warehouse. Either way you learned to keep half of yourself folded, because the people in each room had opinions about the other one.
Rave Jesus is made by someone who refused to fold. It is worship music built on hard dance structure, and the crowd splits visibly down the middle: kids who grew up in youth group standing beside people who came for the BPM and stayed because nobody in the room was performing irony. The tour that came before this one was called I Met God on the Dancefloor, which tells you exactly how seriously and how unseriously it holds itself at once.
A club this size makes the split impossible to hide. You get to watch two crowds work out that they are one crowd.
Thursday, November 12. Doors 7 p.m. House of Blues San Diego, 1055 Fifth Avenue. Someone is going to send a photo of this to a friend who will not believe it exists.
You loved two rooms and somebody was always telling you to pick one. Maybe it was the sanctuary you miss — the singing, the hands up, four hundred people meaning it at the same time. Maybe it was the warehouse. Either way you learned to keep half of yourself folded, because the people in each room had opinions about the other one.
Rave Jesus is made by someone who refused to fold. It is worship music built on hard dance structure, and the crowd splits visibly down the middle: kids who grew up in youth group standing beside people who came for the BPM and stayed because nobody in the room was performing irony. The tour that came before this one was called I Met God on the Dancefloor, which tells you exactly how seriously and how unseriously it holds itself at once.
A club this size makes the split impossible to hide. You get to watch two crowds work out that they are one crowd.
Thursday, November 12. Doors 7 p.m. House of Blues San Diego, 1055 Fifth Avenue. Someone is going to send a photo of this to a friend who will not believe it exists.
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You loved two rooms and somebody was always telling you to pick one. Maybe it was the sanctuary you miss — the singing, the hands up, four hundred people meaning it at the same time. Maybe it was the warehouse. Either way you learned to keep half of yourself folded, because the people in each room had opinions about the other one.
Rave Jesus is made by someone who refused to fold. It is worship music built on hard dance structure, and the crowd splits visibly down the middle: kids who grew up in youth group standing beside people who came for the BPM and stayed because nobody in the room was performing irony. The tour that came before this one was called I Met God on the Dancefloor, which tells you exactly how seriously and how unseriously it holds itself at once.
A club this size makes the split impossible to hide. You get to watch two crowds work out that they are one crowd.
Thursday, November 12. Doors 7 p.m. House of Blues San Diego, 1055 Fifth Avenue. Someone is going to send a photo of this to a friend who will not believe it exists.