Yesterday Denver was hot as hell and near unbearable. Then the sun disappeared and we washed the perspiration off in cool showers, made some dinner, drank some wine, and headed over to Goosetown Brewery for a drink before the show. Sasha and I were just finishing our drinks when Andrew arrived. We went across the street to the Bluebird Theater, gave over our tickets, and Sasha proceeded to order more booze. It was 10pm, and the start of our night, and I was already drunk and happy.
The Bluebird is a perfect live music venue for music that inspires standing or dancing. There's a literal mosh "pit" in front of the stage, spanning the length of the stage and going back 12 feet. Then you walk up a short flight of stairs to the next tier, which has a railing in front and is also around 12 feet back. Add a few more of these tiers, each one being about 4 feet higher than the last, with the bar at the top and the balcony reserved for the young'ns. It's small, but it rocks. And EVERYONE can see very well.
Ok, so there weren't very many young'ns. C'mon, the Buzzcocks are almost 20 years past their heyday! While the crowd made me think of Ben Fold's song "Underground", it was refreshing to be one of the younger folks at a punk show. Plus I think Denver caters to the 30-something set more than any other town. This is apparent at many of the bars we've visited. I've been trying to mentally pin down why that matters at all, and ultimately, it doesn't, but the big difference between a show audience or bar crowd full of early 20-somethings vs kids my age is... comfort. Is that the word I'm looking for? Hmm. Specifically, the women seem casual and comfortable and genuinely happy, even without being drunk, and the guys are just there with their buddies and having a good time. It's not a meat market and there's no outrageous attention-hungry displays of drunkeness. No furtive glances "is HE looking over here?!?!" In fact it reminds me of going out to bars in europe. Relaxed and happy and not forced. Nobody cares too much about looking good or hooking up or getting obliterated because they all have girlfriends or wives or they long ago learned the reality of the meeting-girls-at-bars scene, and they also have jobs to go to then next day. So yeah... that was nice.
Oh yeah, the Buzzcocks! They rule. Man those guys are well seasoned performers and excellent musicians. They looked around 50 years old, and the bass & lead guitarists were full of energy and personality. The vocals were spot-on and they kept the crowd hyped up the entire time. Good fun.
After that we headed to
"Benders", which is now my favorite bar in Denver, possibly the world. (note the Aqua Teen picture on their myspace!) Benders has a room for bigger live shows, where they were playing some lame house music, so we skipped that and entered the main bar/karaoke area. Once 4 girls decided to do Love Shack we promptly headed outside to the smoking section - reminiscent of many outdoor bar areas in Austin. The backyard was packed. Feeling talkative, I made friends with a couple from Oklahoma City, a tattoo artist who gave me some ideas for my future calf piece, and a fishing captain from Kodiak, Alaska who was a real dick but I won him over and then he commented on how if he was going to "get with" anyone there tonight it was going to be me, because I'm so straightforward. I laughed. Right then I realized that I'm such the committed girlfriend that I don't even flirt, and then I'm surprised when someone comes on to me. I really should flirt more. It's fun and harmless.
Andrew had been inside for a bit, watching the best rendition of "Hey Jealousy" ever performed (crawling up the walls, etc) and the staff was closing down the smoking section, so we went in and suffered through a terrible attempt at a Perfect Circle song. After that, though, this funny and wasted lesbian sweetly sang "Stand By Your Man" to her girlfriend, and the night ended with every soul in the building rocking out to two 30-yr-old hipster boys giving BelBivDevoe's "Poison" their full effort, while one of the guy's girlfriends, looking like Summer from Firefly and wearing a red tank top, short black jean shorts and tan worn out boots danced between them. It was the first time I'd ever witnessed a room full of strangers belting out the chorus to a BBD song.
And that was my night. It was fun fun fun and today I fly out of Denver. Short but sweet and I'm looking forward to visiting again. Maybe late spring or early fall would be more tolerable, though, weather-wise.