So, yeah. Like I said, we had an ice storm, and you know we can't have any kind of weather here, unless I run around town documenting it. Just know, you'll be seeing a lot of photos of things dripping in ice for the the next few weeks at Churlita's house of cheese. Now, on with the Dinosaur Junior show...
Here is a picture of what the ice did to one of my favorite trees on the Pentacrest. Wah.
Okay, so the show on Tuesday night was really good. It was an early all ages dealy. And when I say all ages, it was high school kids up to people even older than me. I saw several folks with gray hair. I also recognized a lot of people from the hard core shows I used to go to in the eighties. I have no idea if they live in town, or if they drove from far away in the ice to get here, but I never, ever see them anymore.
I'm not very good at talking about music critic stuff. Basically, I'm on the level of "it had a good beat and you can dance to it..." Or in this case, for a bunch of old guys, they could totally rock, and according to what a guy I know named Matt said, the last time they played here they got into a fight on stage and broke-up shortly thereafter. The kids all seemed to be playing nicely together this however many years later.
Here it is close-up. Wah again.
I was surprised by the turn-out after the ice storm, but it was packed. The last time I was at a show with that many people in the Picador/Gabes was about ten years ago when Stereolab played. K. and I moved up front for the last couple of songs and the encore. There was a pretty big mosh pit, so we kept our distance. I was happy to see plenty of gray haired guys out there mixing it up though.
After the show, K. and I went back by the bar and we saw a guy K. went to high school with. He was there with another man and I had one of those "blog meets world" experiences. The man he was with, was a friend of the guy I was hanging out with this Summer. When he introduced himself to me, I recognized his name and said, "Hey, do you have a blog?" He looked kind of surprised and admitted that he did. I told him that I read it and had left comments on it in the past. He suddenly put it all together and asked me if I used to date his friend and remembered exactly which comments I had left. It was kind of cool. You never know if those meetings are going to be awkward or not, but he seemed totally great and we chatted for a bit before K. and I wandered downstairs to harass some other people we knew.