Something stirs from the past to live once again! WAR/PLAGUE MISERY AMEBIX Triple Rock Show 5/27
Worlds collided. This show topped the one I Saw in Austin.
I made it down around quarter to five, in time to say hello to everyone and have a few hugs. A lot of wonderful people from the PE Message Board turned up for this show, Mr. Righteous, Mr. Inbred and his wonderful partner, Ms. Maygun, Herr Ruhrpott to name but a few, so I knew it was gonna be special. I ran into Mandapocolypse and got a preliminary report about the Chaos in Tejas event, I cannot wait to hear more about that. I made for the venue as War//Plague came on and they ripped through their set like gangbusters. Just top notch, really good fist pumpin high energy fuckin anarchy on the dancefloor. I'd be remisce if I didn't mention that some dude whom I don't know needs a lesson in dance floor ettiquette but a good time was had.
Another float around for drinks and a cigarette outside with friends as more people started turning up for the Misery set. Among these were folks I hadn't seen in a dog's age that helped me misspend my youth. Some of them showed up with their kids in tow, one in particular is a fella boybot is quite fond of.
Misery was in top form. I consider myself a big fan and I always love seeing Misery play but tonight was so huge, the sound was perfect and I think the anticipation for this event fueled the band and the crowd alike, everyone singing and (those who dance) dancing and just fucking brilliant. This was a perfect set from one of Minneapolis' finest. Though their departure from the stage seemed premature, they were about to play another song when the sound guy cut them off. I headed outside for another round of greetings and another cigarette when Mr. Inbred reminded me of the time and I ducked out to pick up Boybot, Mrs. Bot was called away to San Francisco for business and his Grandparents took him to his piano lesson. I must say at this point I wasn't sure I would be back to the show. I didn't know if the boy would want to head back to the Triple Rock with me and since I'd seen Amebix in Austin this past January I decided that if he didn't want to return with me it would be fine and we could perhaps rent a movie. I'd already had a splendid time and got to catch up with some lovely people and see two bands put on amazing sets.
I met Boybot at home and as soon as his grandparents left, I let him in on the secret. "The band daddy went to Texas to see was playing at the Triple Rock...you wanna go? Your pal is there." The boy's eyes got wide as saucers and we were off. Upon arrival we were greeted by Mr. Murderer who commented as boybot inserted his earplugs "Good idea...you don't want to end up with these" Bob said as he pulled out one of his hearing aids "They SUCK". My son's eyes got all wide as he thrust his plugs in with gusto. We headed straight to the back of the venue, it was packed tight and I didn't want to block anyones view with Boybot on my shoulder. I popped boybot on my shoulder and we rocked out. Amebix were absolutely electric, the energy in that room could have powered Seward, Phillips and Powderhorn for a week. A friend mentioned how he disliked reunion shows but decided there was no way he could pass this up and was pleased as punch that he didn't. I am too. It's so good to see people you don't run into often enough and we're together sharing an amazing moment none of us ever thought would happen. Rob spoke of the band spliting in 87 not knowing what they'd accomplished and feeling spent, going as far as not listening to music for some two decades. Changing their tune when, with the coming of the digital age people started sending emails to band members and letting them know what an impact Amebix had on their lives. There was a nod to Dave Eager during the set and...well there are no words for how touching that was. I wasn't close to the guy but I knew him enough to realize that he'd truly had an effect on anyone lucky enough to have met him and shared a beer or a laugh.
The whole time all of this is transpiring my son is perched on my shoulder, this was beyond a bonding experience. It was so nice to share this moment with him and judging by the look on his face he was enjoying it too.
I'd look up at him air drumming and blow on his face and he'd look down at me and pretend to spit on me. We shared a root beer and he played Area 51 with a friend just before Amebix left the stage for their encore. I love that they did that, and upon their return went into Nobody's Driving. Boybot hopped back up to watch the band and as we were closer to the lower floor he saw the crowd up close and wanted to go to the main dance floor. My son wanted to be a part of the event and he maneuvered through the crowd like an expert. It helps that he's at ground level. We enjoyed the last song of the evening together on the floor, my boy rocking out on my shoulder and I the proud father of a new Amebix fan. After their set we said our goodbyes to friends and passed Rob on the way out and let him know we enjoyed the set and he thanked us for showing up and he knelt down to shake the boy's hand, I love punks more by the day.
What a night. Thank you.
Oh and in case your curious, he just turned 8.
I made it down around quarter to five, in time to say hello to everyone and have a few hugs. A lot of wonderful people from the PE Message Board turned up for this show, Mr. Righteous, Mr. Inbred and his wonderful partner, Ms. Maygun, Herr Ruhrpott to name but a few, so I knew it was gonna be special. I ran into Mandapocolypse and got a preliminary report about the Chaos in Tejas event, I cannot wait to hear more about that. I made for the venue as War//Plague came on and they ripped through their set like gangbusters. Just top notch, really good fist pumpin high energy fuckin anarchy on the dancefloor. I'd be remisce if I didn't mention that some dude whom I don't know needs a lesson in dance floor ettiquette but a good time was had.
Another float around for drinks and a cigarette outside with friends as more people started turning up for the Misery set. Among these were folks I hadn't seen in a dog's age that helped me misspend my youth. Some of them showed up with their kids in tow, one in particular is a fella boybot is quite fond of.
Misery was in top form. I consider myself a big fan and I always love seeing Misery play but tonight was so huge, the sound was perfect and I think the anticipation for this event fueled the band and the crowd alike, everyone singing and (those who dance) dancing and just fucking brilliant. This was a perfect set from one of Minneapolis' finest. Though their departure from the stage seemed premature, they were about to play another song when the sound guy cut them off. I headed outside for another round of greetings and another cigarette when Mr. Inbred reminded me of the time and I ducked out to pick up Boybot, Mrs. Bot was called away to San Francisco for business and his Grandparents took him to his piano lesson. I must say at this point I wasn't sure I would be back to the show. I didn't know if the boy would want to head back to the Triple Rock with me and since I'd seen Amebix in Austin this past January I decided that if he didn't want to return with me it would be fine and we could perhaps rent a movie. I'd already had a splendid time and got to catch up with some lovely people and see two bands put on amazing sets.
I met Boybot at home and as soon as his grandparents left, I let him in on the secret. "The band daddy went to Texas to see was playing at the Triple Rock...you wanna go? Your pal is there." The boy's eyes got wide as saucers and we were off. Upon arrival we were greeted by Mr. Murderer who commented as boybot inserted his earplugs "Good idea...you don't want to end up with these" Bob said as he pulled out one of his hearing aids "They SUCK". My son's eyes got all wide as he thrust his plugs in with gusto. We headed straight to the back of the venue, it was packed tight and I didn't want to block anyones view with Boybot on my shoulder. I popped boybot on my shoulder and we rocked out. Amebix were absolutely electric, the energy in that room could have powered Seward, Phillips and Powderhorn for a week. A friend mentioned how he disliked reunion shows but decided there was no way he could pass this up and was pleased as punch that he didn't. I am too. It's so good to see people you don't run into often enough and we're together sharing an amazing moment none of us ever thought would happen. Rob spoke of the band spliting in 87 not knowing what they'd accomplished and feeling spent, going as far as not listening to music for some two decades. Changing their tune when, with the coming of the digital age people started sending emails to band members and letting them know what an impact Amebix had on their lives. There was a nod to Dave Eager during the set and...well there are no words for how touching that was. I wasn't close to the guy but I knew him enough to realize that he'd truly had an effect on anyone lucky enough to have met him and shared a beer or a laugh.
The whole time all of this is transpiring my son is perched on my shoulder, this was beyond a bonding experience. It was so nice to share this moment with him and judging by the look on his face he was enjoying it too.
I'd look up at him air drumming and blow on his face and he'd look down at me and pretend to spit on me. We shared a root beer and he played Area 51 with a friend just before Amebix left the stage for their encore. I love that they did that, and upon their return went into Nobody's Driving. Boybot hopped back up to watch the band and as we were closer to the lower floor he saw the crowd up close and wanted to go to the main dance floor. My son wanted to be a part of the event and he maneuvered through the crowd like an expert. It helps that he's at ground level. We enjoyed the last song of the evening together on the floor, my boy rocking out on my shoulder and I the proud father of a new Amebix fan. After their set we said our goodbyes to friends and passed Rob on the way out and let him know we enjoyed the set and he thanked us for showing up and he knelt down to shake the boy's hand, I love punks more by the day.
What a night. Thank you.
Oh and in case your curious, he just turned 8.
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