This is a story about several bands that are not our band. It is important to like other bands that are not yours. Without other bands there is no scene. Luckily, our scene is getting realer all the time, with bands I actually like, for real.
Warning: I'm all tore up again.
I know my limits. Lined up 4 beers in the fridge yesterday and said "THAT'S THE LIMIT, COL." The limit before leaving the house, that is. Held up my side of the deal real well I think. Made it to the first show right on time, 4 beers in, feelin' fine. Friends were already there. Lachlan, May, The (supportive) Corps, and of course, our mayor…Tim, interviewing the headliner, like only powerful interviewers get to do.
My friend Dan Garrison is a great solo performer, and was made even better by his 3 aggressive un-playing bandmates screaming the yell parts in perfect harmony along with him from the floor below. Very good songs. The Cobalt has changed but the vibe remains. Tight and right. I wish Jeffrey Michael was there to fight (with hugs and bites).
Paying $20 to only watch the opening act is a powerful and stubborn statement that no one gives a fuck about, Col, at all. Go to the free house party now, and call Andy to guide you there. Find Seamus and wish him a Happy Birthday. That guy makes rad shows, and last night was a rare and unique painting of smiling strangers in a sweaty room. Luckily the balcony was available to cool off and make friends with people and animals.
ATD…what a fuckin great band. Motorama, Alien Boys, and The 80th Action were all great, of course. But I've never seen a drummer create a full body suit of sweat like Marco did last night. The ocean must have lowered. He's a very fun drummer to watch. All of them are fun to watch. So aggressive and fast. My friend Ben Von-W doesn't need banter, he IS banter. I'm all fired up again just thinking about it! Crack a beer, max the tunes, drop the clutch!
When cool things happen I just watch in silence and yell so much.