Well i'm glad that it's now over, although that may sound like it was terrible, by any definition it wasn't. Prior to arrival, their was a mission to accomplish and it wasn't mine. It's probably a mission that many, bands & individual musican's must face before their public presentation. It almost seemed like clock-work but it wasn't and didn't but the time it takes to watch an episode of Seinfeld on TIVO while fastforwarding through the worlds most entertaining commericals ....but i knew that all in all it would just get us their faster. Joe's it was this hot summer night in on the primordial edge of good 'ol Riverside, Joe's bar & grill to be exact.....is there a fucking grill? That's unimportant; however i must say the question should be directed to the owner, and this one too; maybe a cage around the entire god damn place. Yes, that would be suitiable.
A building inside of a stripmall, not on the strip but a building that was nevertheless built with the same lame white stucco, faded adobe roofs that was the epitome of architecture from the 90's to current beginging of the so called second millennium, which sat in the parking lot, across the street from a hospital, just in case. There was a slow build up of populace, though the locals apparently had already it packed nicely for themselves until the music began. A low ceiling provided muffled acoustic reasonance that I enjoyed from the comfort of a green plastic chair right out side one of the two entrances. The entire show alone, i was trying to define where exactly i was and what exactly i was hearing; this state was a good place, and i'm talking mental plane not that long, crooked rectangle which we reside in. It had begun around who the fuck knows, it didn't matter what time; it just mattered that it was starting, and finally. Not an anxious crowd to begat the music; but once it started, they got brought in. As i ventured in for a drink during their set i had to yuke and yive through the crowd just to arrive at the long wooden bar. I thought it would take long, but it didn't and i was back outside. While inside, the band barely visable except for the black strip of hair atop the singer; a girl tantfully grooved away standing on the round rim around the barstool where she probably had a magnificent view of the "now there was only 4" - Atrium. This being the first example of their loss or gain within their element, for me. Nearly an hour it lasted it seemed to be over as soon as it begun, within that realm of time though, i was able to witness, why they do what they do.
They had started off with an oldie but goodie, by their terms and by that which was quick to get the people grooving to a once thought ungrooveable type of music. Inserted somewhere bettween the begining and the end of the set was a mid nineties neo-retro cover song entitled "in the mean time" which was executed finely but without notice; though not in vain of the heavily "inked" crowd. A new (need name) song was began with the guy that littlerally rocked the thongs, and with the drummer that had fervently worried earlier if we had gotten ALL of his gear; joining soon thereafter......
A building inside of a stripmall, not on the strip but a building that was nevertheless built with the same lame white stucco, faded adobe roofs that was the epitome of architecture from the 90's to current beginging of the so called second millennium, which sat in the parking lot, across the street from a hospital, just in case. There was a slow build up of populace, though the locals apparently had already it packed nicely for themselves until the music began. A low ceiling provided muffled acoustic reasonance that I enjoyed from the comfort of a green plastic chair right out side one of the two entrances. The entire show alone, i was trying to define where exactly i was and what exactly i was hearing; this state was a good place, and i'm talking mental plane not that long, crooked rectangle which we reside in. It had begun around who the fuck knows, it didn't matter what time; it just mattered that it was starting, and finally. Not an anxious crowd to begat the music; but once it started, they got brought in. As i ventured in for a drink during their set i had to yuke and yive through the crowd just to arrive at the long wooden bar. I thought it would take long, but it didn't and i was back outside. While inside, the band barely visable except for the black strip of hair atop the singer; a girl tantfully grooved away standing on the round rim around the barstool where she probably had a magnificent view of the "now there was only 4" - Atrium. This being the first example of their loss or gain within their element, for me. Nearly an hour it lasted it seemed to be over as soon as it begun, within that realm of time though, i was able to witness, why they do what they do.
They had started off with an oldie but goodie, by their terms and by that which was quick to get the people grooving to a once thought ungrooveable type of music. Inserted somewhere bettween the begining and the end of the set was a mid nineties neo-retro cover song entitled "in the mean time" which was executed finely but without notice; though not in vain of the heavily "inked" crowd. A new (need name) song was began with the guy that littlerally rocked the thongs, and with the drummer that had fervently worried earlier if we had gotten ALL of his gear; joining soon thereafter......