“It’s all kind of fun but I do have days when it’s ‘Oh my God, I’m going to flip out,’” Wargo said. “But I enjoy being in a small enough band that you actually see where you’re going and not just sleep on the bus between shows in huge theaters.”
Playing smaller rooms allows him to be closer to the audience energy. At age 36 he’s been a road warrior for 16 years.
“You won’t catch me complaining,” Wargo said. “I’m stoked about being on tour with my brothers. I definitely get exhausted and have to hit my bunk in the van, but I love it.”
Even at home he sometimes finds himself living out of a suitcase just from force of habit. Home off the highway is in Wallingford, a north central neighborhood of Seattle. Surprisingly Wargo grew up in New Jersey not far across the border from Philadelphia. No trace of the east coast can be detected in his voice. He’s been in the northwest for the past dozen years and it has become the place he loves.
“I miss my impression of what the Jersey Shore used to be, not what is has become thanks to Snooki,” Wargo said. “I do miss the beach and the boardwalk sometimes. I miss public transportation; you could get to New York, Philly or D.C. quickly on the train.”
Poor Moon’s music has the facets of a finely carved diamond with tones from glittering harpsichord, marimba and fretless zither. Their sound is gentle and cerebral. The lyrics are meaningful and there’s no question what the story is about in each of them.
“I have an appreciation for music that is carefully composed,” Wargo said. “I’d get excited hearing music that was really intricate when I was growing up.”