10/27/09

the best of times

You know, I really don't share all that much on this blog. It's too public. I don't get into discussions about my sex life, my spiritual beliefs, or the finer points of my wider politics. I don't go on about the details of my work woes or how I'd rather be at the bar, double fisting Pabst.

That was me on Friday with two friends, waiting for the Lucky Scars to hit the stage. They're a local streetpunk/oi band, and they put together a fundraiser for cancer research - called it Breast Cancer Beatdown. There's a joke or two to be made about a cancer benefit in a smoke-clogged dive bar, and they all got made that night, I tell you what.

The cause was worth but entirely superfluous to my night. Some people go to church to center themselves and feel at peace with creation. Some walk in the woods or jump off of bridges or eat mushrooms or race cars. But for me it's live music. Just about anything will do in a pinch - bluegrass on the porch, marching bands making the streets ring and crash. But to be in the crowd at a punk show, in my home bar, brothers and sisters around, singing along. Moments like those are the reason some of us never give up the scene, though we let the drama and street level politics largely fall by the wayside.

My knees are shot from standing on concrete in boots and tripping over kids in the pit, so I don't mosh anymore. I try to pay my bills on time these days, so you don't find me blowing my paycheck at the bar every night anymore. My favorite little subgenres of punk rock aren't as popular as the current trends, so there's not a show every weekend anymore. But when the call goes out, I can't help but answer it. With a beer in each hand and a smile on my face.

16 comments:

Steph(anie) said...

Glad you got to go to your happy place.

downtown guy said...

It was a long time between shows, I tell you that much.

Windy Days said...

Those days are but a distant memory for me. My favorite place had a wooden deck out back with a stage set up in the summertime. I danced myself into a fury many Saturday nights and spent many Sunday mornings picking splinters out of the bottoms of my feet. ('Cause I was bulletproof enough to dance at a bar barefooted.) Loved it. Thanks for reminding me.

Ms. Moon said...

That's my boy!

Tally Foodie said...

Sounds like you had a great time. And all for a great cause!

downtown guy said...

They did raise a shit-ton of money.

Petit fleur said...

Good times. It reminds me of the old Cauwhous. Perhaps I've misspelled? I don't love the new one as much, the atmosphere is changed... and well, I don't go out anymore really. But it sure was fun when I did!

sounds like a grand time! Good for you.
xo pf

downtown guy said...

Cow Haus. And by now it''s the Engine Room, and it's actually pretty cool in there these days. Come out when I DJ on the 10th and check it out.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Looked like a damn good time to me.

Love,

SB

Magnum said...

hey, aren't one of those for me? and I'm not talking about the minors next to you.

downtown guy said...

I was just holding it for you. And I'll tell Kara she's a minor again - she'll be delighted.

Petit fleur said...

I'll see if I can swing it.

Laura Lee said...

You have it all right, TH - those are thee times, yes they are. Thank you for saying it.

EDP said...

You may be one of the coolest people I know.

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

This was lovely.

I love when people open up. You should do it more. ;)

downtown guy said...

Well, see, my mama reads this blog...