St. Patrick's Day, 2005
Okay, I'll admit it, I've gone over the edge. Around the bend.
Ian and the Bump Band were back in town after a month on the road, and it came to me that I might as well blog on them.
They've become part of my life. And not in a groupie way.
That Thursday in January after all the bad stuff had happened, we sat up close, and I got a blast of the heart they put into their music. At home, I started writing in the journal, first time in a long time, and crying, and it was like coming out of the ice.
I got bonded with the music. But not just the music. I've considered buying one of their CDs, to be supportive, but the CD wouldn't have Ian with his spiky gray hair and loud shirts, a little British guy romping on his keyboard and singing his heart out. Nor Don Harvey, banging away on his drums with an intense expression, sometimes kind of an abstract anger or apprehension, or Scrappy Jud, eyes closed, shirt open, pouring his heart into the sounds of his guitar. Worst, it wouldn't have Mark Andes, looking better than any 50 something guy ought to, staring intently at Scrappy or Ian, looking sometimes as if he might cry, or smiling contentedly as if he never heard or made better music. And he's been playing bass for 40 years now!
Last night had its specifics. It is SXSW, so they'd taken out all the chairs and 2 of the couches, and the place was soon packed. Don's favorite viewing area up on the high side of the bar was all full, so we stood on the floor, near the stage. As people moved, we worked our way nearer the front. I ended up front and middle as Don kind of stayed back. It's kind of loud up there, but you can plunge totally into it. I even found myself singing along at times. "You look so fine and true, no one mystifies me like you do..." There's another one with huge emotion in it, I took note last night that it is "So Lucky".
Of course there were some regulars there last night, like the lady in the wheelchair and Joaquin and Marty, but lots of strangers. There was a whole group of rather Jewish looking young people up front, and a woman standing near me from out of town. Last night for the first time, I looked up at the ceiling and noticed how cool it is. It is really high, and peaked, and dark wood with beams and planks. The walls are brick, with lots of character.
That's our Lucky Lounge. That's our Thursday night.
Ian and the Bump Band were back in town after a month on the road, and it came to me that I might as well blog on them.
They've become part of my life. And not in a groupie way.
That Thursday in January after all the bad stuff had happened, we sat up close, and I got a blast of the heart they put into their music. At home, I started writing in the journal, first time in a long time, and crying, and it was like coming out of the ice.
I got bonded with the music. But not just the music. I've considered buying one of their CDs, to be supportive, but the CD wouldn't have Ian with his spiky gray hair and loud shirts, a little British guy romping on his keyboard and singing his heart out. Nor Don Harvey, banging away on his drums with an intense expression, sometimes kind of an abstract anger or apprehension, or Scrappy Jud, eyes closed, shirt open, pouring his heart into the sounds of his guitar. Worst, it wouldn't have Mark Andes, looking better than any 50 something guy ought to, staring intently at Scrappy or Ian, looking sometimes as if he might cry, or smiling contentedly as if he never heard or made better music. And he's been playing bass for 40 years now!
Last night had its specifics. It is SXSW, so they'd taken out all the chairs and 2 of the couches, and the place was soon packed. Don's favorite viewing area up on the high side of the bar was all full, so we stood on the floor, near the stage. As people moved, we worked our way nearer the front. I ended up front and middle as Don kind of stayed back. It's kind of loud up there, but you can plunge totally into it. I even found myself singing along at times. "You look so fine and true, no one mystifies me like you do..." There's another one with huge emotion in it, I took note last night that it is "So Lucky".
Of course there were some regulars there last night, like the lady in the wheelchair and Joaquin and Marty, but lots of strangers. There was a whole group of rather Jewish looking young people up front, and a woman standing near me from out of town. Last night for the first time, I looked up at the ceiling and noticed how cool it is. It is really high, and peaked, and dark wood with beams and planks. The walls are brick, with lots of character.
That's our Lucky Lounge. That's our Thursday night.
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