Sunday, January 31, 2010

Arriving Late

I went to see Cowboy Mouth on Friday. As a semi-regular concert goer, I confess I usually time my arrival to be at or near the end of the opening band*. Yes, it sometimes means I miss an intriguing band, but more often than not it means I spend less time on my feet listening to something I am ambivalent about. So, I walked up to the 9:30 Club right as a cab pulled out and a guy with a wheely bag popped out of the cab. I took a closer look since the average concert goer does not bring a wheely bag (although I did see some people with some large purses and backpacks, and I say this as someone who often carries huge bags, even I trim down for a concert). I noticed the guy looked like the lead singer of Cowboy Mouth and even had the name Fred on his jacket. Just as I was thinking, how cool he marched up to three guys standing in front of the club smoking, one of whom was only wearing a thin t-shirt and said, "What are you doing out here? Where's your coat?"
The guy paused and said, "Well, I'm here to see you."
Fred responded, "Hey, don't blame me for you being cold."

*Yes, at larger venues the opening band is often pretty well established, I tend not to go to those as much.