If It Didn't Suck....

Yesterday I met a friend in Greenpoint at Teddys for dinner. Afterwards we were going to see a college of ours and his band perform at a place called The Trash Bar. Teddys has been there forever, it used to be an old union hall and dates back to the late 1890's, it is truly a piece of North Brooklyn history. The Trash Bar on the other hand seems to be something directly out of my teenhood and can be any club I saw my friends band in back then. It was small, drinks were inexpensive, decorated in late urban decay, and the price to see the bands were ultra reasonable. That and the tacky TRASH bluish stamp they brand you with completed the timewarp.

We met our colleague outside. He came out because the band before him had extended their set, and to get some air. He said that the bar fries up tater tots as their complimentary bar food and it smelled like the cafeteria at work. (we are all teachers)

When the band that was on stumbled out, beers in hand we followed our friend's band inside. After setting up and playing a loud and decent set of just under an hour, and looking at the crowd, or lack thereof, I wondered how long can one be a bar band? What was in it besides the energy? The fanfare? The fact that for an hour or so you can do what you really want to do? Yes it is worth if for all of those reasons. And when the band is good, I mean really good, you feel like you are part of something good, something big, something worthwhile.

The bars are different, as are the bands. The experience is the same. Electric.