sometimes i invite my colleagues to my performances--usually the thingz shows since 4 electric seconds hasn't been playing--and it kinda bums me out when they don't go... that's why it was so rad to see wendy wahlen (resident 5th grade reading specialist) go to dipiazza's for a thingz show last weekend. wendy rules!
i love it when people support other creative people and their endeavors, especially local artists. (athletes have athletic supporters and artists need supporters, too.) it makes me proud when i think that i live in a community that feels art is important enough to support with their time and presence (and maybe a little $). too often in the l.b.c. this is not the case...
i don't know if it's apathy or entertainment-option-saturation--it certainly isn't geographic distance since most venues are bicycle or pedestrian-accessible in long beach--but i don't see fervent support for local artists. maybe the art just sucks here...
last night's show certainly didn't suck: the thingz (l.b.c.), pure country gold (portland), and the guilty hearts (l.a.) all rocked fern's! the shamefully mute, minimal turn-out belied an extraordinary night of rock'n'roll. those in attendance gave more props to the jukebox playing "sweet child o' mine" than the first two bands. even the lead singer from pure country gold commented, "they're too cool to dance in the northwest--i didn't think it was the same here..." alas, it is...
people don't dance no more--they just stand there like this... they cross their arms and stare me down and drink and moan and piss.
--the rapture
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