Wednesday, March 09, 2005

 

My hand on the glass, I watched Dave Gleason's Wasted Days shuffle through some slowed up diversions. I drank Scotch and Water, but only one glass, which is a rare occurrence. Only one, I thought, as I shifted in my seat to see if I knew anyone in the cavernous Makeout Room. Prolly ten or fifteen people came to see these guys play, making it a bittersweet affair. I was happy few people were in the room for my sake. I hate crowds when I go see music, making it hard to find a seat or if it's really crowded even to see the stage.







But, I was disappointed that so few people came out to see the Bay Area's guitar hero. Watching Gleason play his guitar is like watching a blues man pull magic solos out of thin air. He weaves through the chord progressions like a drunk man crossing a busy street unscathed. He knows the guitar like a good friend and plays and sings in that old country style that I like, so I was happy all'n all. 'Specially cuz the band played "Life of the Party."

The scotch was good, too. Oban.

I left before it got too late. I have to work during the day, and I like to get a few hours of good sleep in to seem proper at the warehouse. On my way to the bus stop, I noticed one of my old haunts was crowded with well dressed, well coiffed yuppies from who knows where. Maybe from the mission, as the mission is more high falutin' these days. I cursed their new BMW's and lauded the bartender for making great money on a Tuesday night. I laughed at the new VW Bug that had grafitti on it. I shoook my head at the sight of Valencia Street with new store openings in spots that once held a used bookstore/record shop. I once could get a 5 dollar used record right there, but today I can only get an expensive set of shelves, some trendy shoes, or even have my house Feng Shui'ed for a nominal fee.

posted by Hog 9:19 AM