Music Movers LLC hosted its first ever benefit showcase of local talent featuring Social Bandits, Native Howl, Gasoline Gypsies, and The Prime Ministers.

The Magic Bag in Ferndale, MI was packed with a sold out crowd of almost 400 who came to support not only local music, but a great non-profit. Some folks came from as far as Port Huron on buses provided to those willing to shell out the $30 door price. The event proceeds go toward the Greening of Detroit, a non-profit seeking to beautify and educate the Detroit area using sustainability initiatives.

The Prime Ministers opened the show to a less than full house and a somewhat disinterested crowd. However, they give it their all and managed to kick out some worthy jams, capturing crowd attention as guests continued to file into the venue.

Then, as if by magic, The Gasoline Gypsies took the stage and it was obvious how many people had arrived. You had to bob and weave your way through the dense surge of dancing machines. This continued on into The Native Howl set, to the point the floor way jammed tight around the front of the stage.  

The Social Bandits closed the show, but to a dwindling crowd as much of the dancing throngs had decided to leave early. At one point, lead singer Jesse Medawar leaped off the stage running to the back of the house to encourage more people to get up and dance, and then joined them on the main floor while his band continued to jam.

Those who made the early exit missed The Social Bandits covering Pink Floyd’s “Money,” which is unfortunate as Jared Bentley nailed that guitar solo in a most impressive live performance… one worth hanging around for.

The Prime Ministers
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The Gasoline Gypsies
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The Native Howl
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The Social Bandits
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The Magic Bag
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About The Author

Jeannette is a music appreciator, freelance photographer and professional cat snuggler. Hailing from Berkley, MI she grew up with a camera in her hands and forayed that hobby into an expensive digital photography degree from a school in Chicago. She spent six years in Chicago mostly in dimly lit bars and venues photographing various bands. She developed an addiction to the photopit after a set of fortuious circumstances led her to posses a Press/VIP pass to the Pitchfork Music Festival. Upon her glorious return to the Detroit area and many menial day jobs later, that itch was still there. She balked everyone's (probably sage...) advice to go back to school and get a "real degree" to follow her passion for the thrill that only the pit provides.

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