Musicians tend to sweat. True story. And I can’t blame them. I would sweat too if I were: a) performing in front of a large crowd, b) trying to sing/entertain all at once, c) surrounded by some fiery electrical equipment, and d) performing in front of a large crowd (I think that one bares repeating). Profuse sweating doesn’t bother me. I look at it as a package deal. If I’m going to a concert, I should expect some sweaty musicians. Yet amid all the sweat, booze and who knows what else, I’ve never expected them to smell good….

Last night Chris, Kevin and I went to see Phosphorescent (aka Matthew Houck) play at The Empty Bottle. I’ve been listening to his albums non-stop for the past two months (thanks Genius). His music is a good mix of folk, rock with just enough country to remind me of my Southern roots. He recently released the album To Willie–a tribute to Willie Nelson. You gotta love a guy who loves Willie.

Throughout the night, Chris and I kept commenting on Houck’s exceptional stage presence–an added bonus to the great music. He has this finger-pointing thing he does mixed with a slight swagger. Not many could pull it off. Most would probably just look like a really rude drunk who thinks its okay to point at people. About halfway through the show I ditched the boys and got closer to the stage where the finger pointing was phenomenal.

After some encouragement from Chris and Kevin, I decided to be “that” girl and went up to Houck after the show to introduce myself. We exchanged some friendly banter, discussed the best city in the world (Austin) and chitchatted about his music. I gave him my card upon leaving. I’m not expecting a call, but I recently got the cards and I’ve always wanted to say the phrase “Let me give you my card.”

On the way home I mentioned to Chris and Kevin how impressed I was with Houck’s charisma and, um, pleasant smell. Feel free to think I’m crazy right about now. I can’t help it if I have cat-like senses. I found this somewhat surprising since I don’t usually equate sweat and booze to a bed of roses, so kudos, Phosphorescent, for the amazing show… and for smelling so damn nice.