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Tequila Mockingbird at Toad Tavern: concert review - Denver Local Music | Examiner.com

Tequila Mockingbird at Toad Tavern: concert review - Denver Local Music | Examiner.com: "Tequila Mockingbird took the stage around 11:30, playing a set of solid roots-rock. To watch them play for the first time, you couldn't have guessed frontwoman/singer/songwriter Wendy Clark helped found this band over a decade ago. Her stage presence seemed a bit tentative, humble, even vulnerable at times. Even so, this was an endearing trait more than a distracting one, because it sent a message that this band doesn't take their audience for granted. The songs were well-written and well-played by bandmates who work as a team and seem quite comfortable with one another.

The only unfortunate factor was that Tequila Mockingbird's set began rather late--the result of four bands setting up and tearing down completely over the evening. Much of the crowd had dissipated before the headliners started. However, for the loyal ones who stayed on to listen, the band delivered. They've worked hard to earn their following, and it showed Friday night."

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