Elsewhere, Zone One, Brooklyn NY
April 6th, 2022
By Mace Griffin
Outside of Elsewhere, starring at graffiti and a row of weather-torn backpacks, hanging on the wall of a store called “Safety Bros NYC.” It’s sprinkling, and there is a crowd a block long an hour before door opens. Behind me is a girl, visiting with her father from Philly. They have a facetime call with what I must assume it is a stepmom based on the girl’s reaction after they hung up. Time moves slower than it should leading up to the hour that doors open.
The girl is telling her father he needs to be more patient. He says he isn’t impatient; he is yawning because she is tired.
“What time is it, anyway?” she asks him.
“Eight-o-five.”
“They are five minutes late. We should be up there by now.” She stamps a defiant foot down.
“I see movement, we should be going in any time now.”
“We should be in now.”
Her songs are sweet, and she lets the audience into several unreleased tracks. Someone in the crowd promises they won’t leak them before they are out later this year. Her eyes sparkle and she laughs, flowing into a song she wrote for her brother.
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A girl, no older than 15, has the Guinness record for snatching a setlist of the stage during the setup for the Matt Maltese show at Elsewhere. Her smile is beaming and infectious. She makes sure to cheer on each of the crew members as they test microphones, strategically place water bottles, and make sure that (until moments later) the setlist was ready at the foot of the keyboard for Matt.
Matt Maltese takes the stage. He is wearing a sharp suit and is incredibly charming. He warms up the audience on the microphone after an uproar of applause. A girl in the crowd shouts “Peanut Butter.” I’ll admit, I’m not very well versed in the lore of Matt Maltese, so I assume that this was some underneath-the-iceberg insider inside joke. Matt begins the show, beautiful red swirls dancing on an LED screen behind him as he plays a ballad.
The adoring fans swoon and stand in close and Matt tickles the ivories to his 
He plays into “Rom-Com Gone Wrong.” Each of his songs is very obviously well-rehearsed, as it doesn’t sound any different from the recordings. His songs range from devastating to cheery but are never deviating away from being lovely.
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If a note is out of place, it could only be coming from the audience singing along, word for word. They sway back and forth as he sings. The girl yells peanut butter again. There doesn’t seem to be a rhyme or discernible reason for them happening, but I am trying to find the trigger to understand it a bit better.
Matt talks to the crowd after the song. He notes how he had the refrain come to his head while he was on a plane. Scared to lose the thought, he mumbles the song into his phone, alarming a woman sitting next to him. He dedicates that song to her, as he does at each performance.
The show continues like this. He plays “You Deserve an Oscar,” (peanut butter count is up to five at this point). At each show, he says after the song, he reads out tweets that he finds humorous that people have tagged him in. The winner for this night was Olivia, who said “I’m going to piss and barf and cry at the show.” He sends well wishes to Olivia. In comes another peanut butter.
He plays on, hammering away at the heartstrings of each fawning patron and hammering away at the piano. He creates powerful emotions and keeps the intention and feelings as raw as they are on the record. Never once did Matt seem bothered by the crowd shouting at him, and he even liked to play along with their games and shouting.
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The night continues, a soft glow always behind him as he delicately sings and plays piano. He closes with his magnum opus, “As the World Caves In.” Every phone comes out of the pockets as each person records him playing, no doubt getting ready to post the video on TikTok, which has helped with the success of the single.
Everyone in the crowd cheers wildly. They are elated and have surely made a memory that will last forever tonight.
