| The Wandering Explorer ( @ 2007-09-07 14:02:00 |
I was out far too late last night, lost in the dive bar known as Lee's Liquor Lounge. I say dive bar because it's packed full of dead animals, tables and chairs you got 50 years ago for 3 dollars, and a massive shrine to Elvis stuffed full of tacky memorabilia. I say far too late, as it was 1 a.m. when I finally rolled back into the apartment, when I'm normally in bed by 10:30 p.m. But because I didn't have class this morning, I was up late playing Bio-Shock.
I was out so late because Lane Trisco, my future brother-in-law, and his band, the Northern Roots, had their last performance ever. Lane and my sister Erin, as I have mentioned before, are moving to Portland and so the band is breaking up. And what a way to go out!
There were two opening acts (which, I am told, was a small act of kidness by the owner of Lee's, because the Northern Roots opened for one of the bands earlier) both of which were high-energy performances that hurt the eardrums. When the Northern Roots got up on stage, their adoring fans (and a few of us who were hanging around) surged up to the stage to cheer them on. They played all their favorite songs, from the melancholy Minnesota on my Mind, to the humorous Chealsea, to the punchy Santa Fe. The audience, both those biased towards the band and those who were new to the music, loved the show and quite a few of them hit the dance floor. The night ended the way any good concert should: the crowd on the dance floor demanding one more song, the air being hot and everyone too warm, and the band digging deep into their repetoire to find another song to play.
So here's to the Northern Roots! For the last two years you have entertained both me and my friends, and you've certainly brought some great music into the world. If you're interested in their music, loyal readers, go to their Myspace page, follow the link to the band website, and you'll find all their music. It can be downloaded for free.
I ended the night with bizarre dreams about Plasmids, Folk-Rock, and haunting icons of Elvis. I think the weather's to blame!