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So last week I broke my rule about going out on weekends and went to a bar I don't really like because a friend's band was playing. There were three acts booked, and his was the headliner. The doors opened at eight or something, so I figured if I showed up at nine, the opening act would be done and I wouldn't have to sit through what I figured was some sad dude with an acoustic guitar. How wrong I was. I arrived at probably a quarter after nine, and the opening act hadn't even started yet, so I was forced to do a lot of standing around: this if nothing else is a sure sign I'm becoming a decrepit old man: why do we have to wait so long for the bands to go on? Some of us don't really want to be out until three in the morning. But I digress.
There were a lot of people there, a lot of people I know, or sort-of know, or at least have seen around enough over the years that I feel like I know them. I found myself pleasantly wandering around, able to find someone to chat with without having to turn more than ninety degrees or so.
The opening act, as it turns out, was not just some doofus with an acoustic guitar as I'd feared, but a full band, and they churned out some pleasant Whiskeytown-ish country stuff, the kind of thing that seems tailor-made for me, but, at least in a live setting, is rarely better than Good Enough, and this was exactly the case here.
The second act, though. Oh boy. I'd been told they were good, and I had my doubts, mainly because 1) I have incredibly high standards and 2) they have the worst band name in history: Them Notorious Cadillacs (a reference, I'm told, to the pimps and drug dealers the band members would see pulling up at Big D's Barbecue downtown when they were playing their earliest shows). But I put these doubts aside: I've known Stephen, the drummer, for years, and I'd just met their singer, Van, a week or so previously, and liked him a lot: I was a little surprised to hear this guy at the bar, a middle-aged black man, talking about Scat Records and all these Cleveland-based bands like Guided By Voices, Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments, Pere Ubu, and others: he was being so geographically specific I asked him if he was from Ohio, but he is a native of Shreveport. My fault for judging a book by its cover.
So I was more than surprised when everything people had told me about them was true: they are an intense and fun live act, the usual bass/drums/guitars setup augmented by some dense, heavy organ trills and baritone sax. I don't know if you'd call them a punk band with a soul edge or vice versa, but they were really good. Most of their material was covers, but they were of songs I either didn't know or didn't recognize (I think they did a Morphine song?) apart from Bobby "Blue" Bland's "Ain't No Love (In The Heart of the City)", which is one of my favorite songs ever, and their cover did it justice. Van is not the greatest singer in the world, but he is a great frontman: I regret I wasn't able to get a better photo of them, but the floor was packed: everyone in the bar was jumping around and dancing and just having a generally good time.
The openers, Ghost Foot, my friend's band, are a two-piece. I'd only seen them play once, years ago, at a record store opening, playing on the street, and really didn't remember what they sounded like. They haven't played in years, because the singer/guitarist moved out of town, but he's either moved back or they've decided to work together long distance. Something like that. Regardless: they were great, too. It's just the two of them, but they work up a considerable, Nirvana-esque head of steam: the kids in the crowd at the base of the stage went ape shit, and I just sort of watched, wishing in a way that I was able to whip up that kind of innocent, unselfconscious joy.
People were still really lit after the show; a lot of them, including me, made their way across the street to Ivan's, where people played Whitney Houston and Madonna and such on the jukebox and danced like crazy.
It was a really good night: it felt very positive and communal in a way that going to shows doesn't always, and I was more than glad I'd gone out to bathe in a little of its glory.
Confessions of a 35-year old party animal:
So I went out for the fourth time this week, this time at the request of some new friends I’ve met through playing bar trivia. It’s kind of a big deal for someone like me, who never makes new friends without having some kind of outside force working on him. It’s really nice, actually, and I’m all the more pleased by just how much I like them. Getting the text earlier this evening asking me if I wanted to come out really touched me more than it probably should have.
So I went, and it was cheap drink night, which is good, because I’ve been going out way too much, and I don’t really make the kind of money that allows for drinking every night. But I had three or four, and had some good times, and it was suddenly about ten minutes til closing. There were only a handful of people left in the bar, and this woman suddenly came up to me.
“I know this is going to sound weird,” she began, and I instantly started wondering where the hell this was going, “but that girl over there”--here she pointed to a woman near the other end of the bar who was a long way from being a girl--”she really needs a hug. She’s gay so it’s not like that. She says you look just like her brother, and she hasn’t seen him in years, and she’s having a bad night. Do you mind?”
Well. What could I say to that? "You go with me,"I said, and went down to the end of the bar, where this lady was sitting with her back to us. Her friend shook her shoulder and got her attention, and when she turned around to me, there were tears in her eyes. I didn't say anything, I just took her in my arms and gave her a hug and thought about all the strange paths you walk and how, when you pause at any given point, there's no way, whether with map in hand or as lost as you can be, you could ever have predicted you'd be standing where you are.
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