I got to the far West side of Denver very early in the afternoon, as I didn’t know my way around the neighborhood to well, and hoping to get some eats and drink and watch the Stanley Cup game as well. The Oriental Theater is a rather deceptive live venue at first; it’s at the end of a trendy strip of upscale shops and cafes surrounded by a somewhat shady downtrodden neighborhood, the front façade of the auditorium looks tattered and beat-up with chipped paint and even the marque barely lights only a couple letters, but when you come in the front doors, you enter a gorgeously spacy palace, which is both comfortable and divinely transcendent. Instantly, the history of this cinema really shines through, as this was the area’s premiere auditorium in the early 1900’s, and most importantly, it’s nice and open with a very airy feel, lots of room to dance on the floor, plenty of seating, and the acoustics are positively fabulous. The enormous stage was visible from everywhere in the venue, the roomy balcony was gorgeously adorned with the Asian-styled namesake theme, and the two bars were small, but the lines move fast, the drinks are cheap, and the are bartenders lay heavy on their pours. What more could you want? What brought me to the Northwest outlands of Denver this day was a performance by He’s My Brother, She’s My Sister, whom I had just recently caught quite by chance at The Larimer Lounge, and needless to say, was blown away then. I thought perhaps I was just stunned into a daze, and wanted to confirm the brilliance of what I had witnessed before.