Up All Night with Shannon & The Clams in Brooklyn

When 4 a.m. rolled around, I was wearing a fuzzy blue cowboy hat. I had no idea how it got on my head, but I knew I must have had a fun night.

Brooklyn felt post-apocalyptic that night. A misting but persistent rain had driven Brooklynites indoors, leaving the streets empty and eerily silent. About a block away from the Music Hall of Williamsburg, I could hear people spilling out into the street chatting excitedly, smoking cigarettes and taking selfies. It might have been a quiet, early night for the rest of Brooklyn but everybody inside the show would go hard ‘til dawn.

This isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve been to several Shannon & The Clam shows and was ready for a night of dancing and troublemaking.

High Waisted was on stage when I arrived. These ladies slayed. They dressed with matching black and white dresses, each accented with their own unique sparkly, floral or platform boots. Their party surf rock and explosive energy had everyone dancing. I rushed to the front of the crowd to sing and sway along.

When Combo Chimbita took the stage, the crowd was ready to up their dancing levels. Combo play rock ‘n’ roll infused with traditional Colombian dance music Cumbia, synth and impassioned vocals. Frontwoman Carolina Oliveros has a voice powerful enough to fill any-sized room. While she bellows, she goes crazy on the guacharaca.

When Shannon & The Clams came on, the place was packed and wild.

Frontwoman Shannon and frontman Cody’s powerful chemistry kept them synched up as they ran through intricate surf rock riffs on their doo-wop/ rock songs. Before they played Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit” Shannon said to the crowd, “this next one is really hard to play, but we’ll try.” They shouldn’t have worried. They played it flawlessly and, dare I say, even better than the original.

Everyone swayed along to their hits like the title track of their last album, Onion and classics like “Sleepwalk” and “I Will Miss The Jasmine.” For some, the fun didn’t end after the show. A few of the band members and friends tagged along to an after-show celebration down the street and continued dancing and soaking in the good vibes until last call. With only two hours until sunrise, I decided it was time to go home.

My apology to the original owner of the cowboy hat. It’s my new favorite hat and you’re totally not getting it back. But that’s a small price to pay for an awesome evening with Shannon & The Clams.