Nothing prompts your friend to drag you out to a club scene evening (on a Monday) like a breakup. Noooo! I am not ready for all that bar posturing and hip referential banter. I am boring damnit! I watch PBS and C-Span and listen to Garrison Keiler. Cannot discern Smashing Pumpkins from Rage Against whatever it is engraging them these days.
So the cover charge at the Elbo Room is on a sliding scale of all things, and we slide it down to $5. I sip my beer awkwardly clutching my jacket, purse and umbrella as I fail to decipher much less add to the conversation (who are these people? Karen seems to know them.) I affix my eyes on the stage, they have to rest somewhere, and at a live music venue there is a focal point no safer.
Turns out the friend forced you to a nice little evening of acoustic music (which for music nincompoops like moi is a jazz and folk blend.) If I didn't know better, it was a $50 evening at Yoshi's with younger performers: Jason Miller, vowel movement leader aka vocal percussionist (beatboxer) Kid Beyond, and a slimmer, younger, more animated and inventive Chapmanesque Berkeleyite in Shelley Doty and the X-tet. Just to poor salt in my wound Kid Beyond joins Doty at the end for some vocal percussion improv (what must a girl do to be miserable around here?)
In all my friend meant well, twas not an terrible evening...for a Monday at least. I survived. Oh, our cover goes to a good cause. And we can do it again the third Monday of next month. Just wish there was stuff to do in this town.