There is something really special about a TAGABOW show, their stage presence resists the idea of performance as spectacle. By placing themselves in the middle of the room rather than elevated on a stage, they collapse the distance that usually separates band and audience. The effect is less about commanding attention and more about existing inside the same emotional and physical space as everyone else. The music feels shared rather than delivered, shaped by proximity, bodies, and the uncertainty of being surrounded. It turns the room into part of the instrument, and the audience into quiet participants rather than passive witnesses.
I spent the day with TAGABOW after arriving in what felt like the most aggressive Uber ride of my life, the kind where it seems like the driver thinks you are late to something. We pulled up to the venue around three in the afternoon just as the band was arriving and starting to load in. I grabbed what I could, trying not to slip on the ice out front while helping haul gear inside.
Once indoors, soundcheck kicked off. Cables everywhere, amps humming, the room still painfully cold. Doug spent the downtime trying to win Magic The Gathering matches on his phone while levels were being dialed in. After soundcheck, a handful of dice were tossed around the greenroom and money changed hands before it was time to take the stage.
By the time the show started, the space was completely different. The room that felt frozen and empty hours earlier was now hot and dense, every corner packed with people pressing toward the stage, waiting.