Johnny Rockbridge and the High Chairs @ Red Light Cafe

[Whitney Altine]

I have a confession to make: I had never seen the High Chairs perform before last night. Oh, I've heard them, certainly, and their demo CD has been ripped to my hard drive and gets plenty of play. But the last time I went to their show at the Mall of Georgia, a well-meaning lady in a itty-bitty blue car (you had to be there) decided I should set up my table behind the stage next to the amps. Apparently, I missed out BIG on that little decision. I missed the little "I'm soooooo funky" faces that Andrew made as he ripped out the bass line; I missed a white boy 'fro-clad JP swinging his guitar around like a prom date; I missed John laying into his "ddrum" like it called his mom a bad name; and I totally missed out on a barefoot Justin leaping from his keyboard and bouncing around stage with the sheer joy of music played right. And what I learned, ladies and gentlemusicians, is that if you do not see JR&THC, you do not know the band at all. You don't know how fun they are, or how exceptionally natural being on stage comes these four boys from Georgia. You don't know a damn thing.