Last night my pal Max S. and I went to see this really good punk band called Nü Sensae.
Being at the show reminded me of being in high school (and certain parts of college)—but in the good kind of way, of course. You know, being in a hot, smoky club, listening to really great/loud/raw music, maybe smoking a cigarette and sipping a beer, but definitely shooting the shit with your friends between sets and meeting new people. Good times.
Listen:
I feel like the shows I go to now—if I actually go to one— are different. I’m not sure why. But it’s not the same. There is an edge that has been lost.
I think one of the best shows I’ve ever been to (in retrospect) was when I went to see Bratmobile play at Mary Jane’s in Houston about ten years ago or so. I remember paying $6 in quarters, which is damn ridiculous, but I was broke/determined. Bratmobile headlined; Hawnay Troof, Gravy Train!!!!, and Erase Errata opened.
I think it’s one of the best shows because it gave me with so much music to listen to over the years, music I still listen to. One of those shows I’m proud to say I went to.
Cool.
xo
c
