my days are numbered, too
I don't usually do New Year's resolutions because I find the whole thing a little depressing, like, I don't want to put too much pressure on the year to be more awesome than the last incase it sucks. This year I just stuck to the general and I stole some from subterrain
1. Be braver in every way.
2. See a shit-ton of shows.
Tonight I combined the two and went to see Magnetic North, We Are The City and the Zolas at the Palomino bar by myself. This probably doesn't seem like a huge deal, but I was plenty nervous about it and didn't really believe I would go until I found myself outside my apartment building around 9:30. I really wanted to see this show because I knew that I loved two of the three bands and even though I had seen them on Friday I was really curious to see how the shift of venue from a hipster cafe to seedy bar would play out.
So first it was a little awkward because I got there before the first opener (Magnetic North) started soundcheck and there were three tables (occupied) and mostly open space in front of the stage and there were a handful of groups, clumped like knots in formation around the bar. So I gritted my teeth and sidled up to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. Two things that were not cool happened while I was leaning there throughout the first set. The first was a truly unfortunate encounter with a guy I'd drunkenly hooked up with before Christmas. He remembered me, I was not so clear until he spoke because, hey. I don't know that many guys with Australian accents. Very awkward. Secondly, the awesome bartender ALMOST SET ME ON FIRE. I had my back to her and she was lighting a row of shots at least three feet down the bar but the whole bar top kind of lit up and I was standing there thinking, Where is that weird heat coming from? Luckily, I was not set on fire.
For We Are the City and the Zolas I managed to work up the nerve to elbow my way to the front of the stage and enjoyed a fucking phenomenal show. Close enough to count the hairs on Zachary Gray's beautiful chest and to stare longingly at the drummer who looks like Jon Walker. They had such an amazing energy, and within the first few songs the band members of WATC and the Zolas were hopping on stage during each other's performances to lend an assist on whatever came to hand; tambourine, rain stick and wooden spoons. Despite the amount of truly drunk people, it was a really good crowd and a lot of people sang along with the songs. The guys in these bands are so nice and genuine and nerdy and it was just awesome to see them play and listen to their bad jokes and to be part of something they obviously all loved so much.
Lastly, I am so glad that I didn't let my fear keep me from such a fantastic experience. Progress!
That said, when my alarm goes off in four hours I might have a slightly different take on the situation. Too bad Friday is a work day!
1. Be braver in every way.
2. See a shit-ton of shows.
Tonight I combined the two and went to see Magnetic North, We Are The City and the Zolas at the Palomino bar by myself. This probably doesn't seem like a huge deal, but I was plenty nervous about it and didn't really believe I would go until I found myself outside my apartment building around 9:30. I really wanted to see this show because I knew that I loved two of the three bands and even though I had seen them on Friday I was really curious to see how the shift of venue from a hipster cafe to seedy bar would play out.
So first it was a little awkward because I got there before the first opener (Magnetic North) started soundcheck and there were three tables (occupied) and mostly open space in front of the stage and there were a handful of groups, clumped like knots in formation around the bar. So I gritted my teeth and sidled up to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. Two things that were not cool happened while I was leaning there throughout the first set. The first was a truly unfortunate encounter with a guy I'd drunkenly hooked up with before Christmas. He remembered me, I was not so clear until he spoke because, hey. I don't know that many guys with Australian accents. Very awkward. Secondly, the awesome bartender ALMOST SET ME ON FIRE. I had my back to her and she was lighting a row of shots at least three feet down the bar but the whole bar top kind of lit up and I was standing there thinking, Where is that weird heat coming from? Luckily, I was not set on fire.
For We Are the City and the Zolas I managed to work up the nerve to elbow my way to the front of the stage and enjoyed a fucking phenomenal show. Close enough to count the hairs on Zachary Gray's beautiful chest and to stare longingly at the drummer who looks like Jon Walker. They had such an amazing energy, and within the first few songs the band members of WATC and the Zolas were hopping on stage during each other's performances to lend an assist on whatever came to hand; tambourine, rain stick and wooden spoons. Despite the amount of truly drunk people, it was a really good crowd and a lot of people sang along with the songs. The guys in these bands are so nice and genuine and nerdy and it was just awesome to see them play and listen to their bad jokes and to be part of something they obviously all loved so much.
Lastly, I am so glad that I didn't let my fear keep me from such a fantastic experience. Progress!
That said, when my alarm goes off in four hours I might have a slightly different take on the situation. Too bad Friday is a work day!