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Apples in Stereo The
Holmes Brothers |
Marah Being early I hit Dee’s for a beer and apparently just missed what would later become the talk of the bar. Some hot chick walks in alone, a regular tries to start talking to her, she abruptly gets up to leave and she walks right into the glass entry door - hard enough that she fell backward and according to the many doctors present probably broke her nose. Hilarity ensues. Before Dee’s, while checking to see if the band had started yet, I noticed a familiar face around the corner from Club Cafe. Jim, who I’ve seen at the other Marah shows as well as numerous outdoor shows in the summer, was looking pretty wasted and was telling me how they wouldn’t let him in the club because they said he was too drunk. Now it’s my guess that he must be known as a rowdy drunk ‘cause bars around here aren’t in the business of throwing money away. He was telling me how he even helped the band unload the equipment and that he was only “up here, drinking at Jacks.” I guess the reasoning being that getting shit faced only a block away is preferable to what?, I don’t know. I saw three Marah shows at Club Café last year and all were show-of-the-year material. These guys couldn’t phone it in if they wanted to. I’m not sure how long The Man had been there but he saved me a seat right in the front and we were dueling cameras all night long. Taking the stage at 11:45 Dave and Serge both looked high as a kite and Dave immediately starts talking about the guy outside too drunk to get in. “He asked me to help him out but I don’t have any pull around here.” But it was Serge that was, as Dave put it, a Chatty Cathy tonight. He started talking about how he was watching the sun setting over the city from his room and how beautiful a place this is. “But that’s not all. I see someone jogging up this path and into my sunset and it’s fucking Kirk. We’re together day in and day out and now he’s invading my sunsets.” They played the usual suspects and sounded great with the new guys on drums and guitar. Standouts for me were “Pigeon Heart,” “Barstool Boys,” "Point Breeze," and “My Heart Is The Bums on The Street.” Serge prefaced “Pizzeria” by talking about just seeing that story of the pizza delivery guy that got shot and went on to deliver the next couple of pizzas. If Dave didn’t drop a couple of pounds in sweat I’d be surprised. The crowd was the biggest they’ve had in the ‘Burgh yet but was a little subdued. Marah just isn’t the type of band that everybody should be sitting down listening to. I was doing my share of drinking and in an attempt to get caught up in the moment was probably making an ass of myself and I hope to God I don’t end up on the T.V show. I just felt like everybody should be up grooving when you have the band giving it their all in the wee hours of a Wednesday night. You had your usual on-the-table stuff tonight and when they took the show off the stage and right in front of where I was sitting you couldn’t wipe shit-eating grin off of my face. You tell me that fucking Coldplay puts on a better show and I’ve got some property in Centralia you should have a look at. |
