Allow me this time to recall that Monday at the Empty Bottle. Originally I intended to go see Aleks and the Drummer the previous Sunday during a festival at Wicker Park, but something came up and took all the time....so I made it a mission to see them that Monday. It was for free and they were playing first before Walking Bicycles, and The Dials. I had no idea how I would feel about the last two bands but just in case I asked for that whole Monday off. I'm so glad I did, because all the bands were the best. These are the performances that should be remembered, and documented. I made it a mission to make it there on time. I've been late to some really good bands, with no one to blame but me. Puerto Muerto, Alla, just to name two painful reminders. But not this day, not this Monday shall I be late.
When I get ready for a concert, club night....anything really I'm afraid of smelling bad. So I gotta shower, shave and put on some rose oil. Well the rose is for special occasions. And this one is special enough to put one two different kinds. El Dorado can have his gold dust, I would rather shower in a tub of rose oil. People think it's feminine for a guy to wear rose, but I have made it into my signature scent. People should make their own decisions as to what smells what, damn I'm veering off. And so as I do all my usual rituals that make me presentable, I also dread that there will be that one thing that will make me miss everything entirely. It's gonna be traffic, some cop pulling me over, car trouble, the sky falling, the mother-ship returning to claim me....something. I arrive early enough to casually decide where to park. Normally, when I'm running late I take what ever spot I can get. I park on Division near the iron Puerto Rican flag.
Aleks and the Drummer play first and they are intense. One may think that, it's just a girl, her voice and a drummer, but they fill the room and grab your attention. They can steal a show. The keyboard has this dread like a church organ, like Bach only faster. They played with such dark urgency. The drummer had this live Joy Division thing going. It's a comparison that I will be using for all the bands that played on this night. It is my humble compliment to them all. Every song would sound at home at a goth night, anywhere. The audience was a mixed indy crowd, no goths besides myself, and I was one of three weirdos to dance to it, and I believe the only one to record it. I think perhaps only a goth crowd would naturally have the rhythm and tendency to dance to this. I shall write more on this night at a later time, I also want to post pictures up as well but this text will do for now.
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