“Do you need your cane?”
I wanted to kill myself when my wife posed this question to me.
Sometimes, I think Kurt had this one pegged. Maybe it is better to burn out than fade away. On this night, I was seriously wishing that I had. This past Saturday, my back went out again. This made it the third … fourth time this year. I’ve stopped counting.
I spent most of the day either in bed or in front of the computer, but when a buddy of mine texted and asked “Are you going to see Love Battery at The Comet tonight?”, I just couldn’t say no. Hell, before that point, I didn’t even know they were playing. The last show I had seen was The Melvins at the Showbox on September 7th, and I swear my ears were still ringing from that one. Still, I needed to get out for a bit, and I wasn’t about to let 8 out of 10 on the pain scale stop me.
As I walked, er, limped up Pike Street shortly after 10pm I realized that, 20 short years ago, I trudged up this same hill, to the same club, to see the same band. The only difference was that, 20 years ago, nobody had asked me if I needed to take my cane. Hell, 20 years ago, I wouldn’t have walked at all … I would have ridden my cock like a pogo stick to the top of Capitol Hill.
How the mighty have fallen.
Fortunately, the show cheered me up. The opening bands were quite good … a Fugazi-influenced group from DC & Olympia, a Celtic Rock-type band with catchy hooks, and LB … who played a few new songs, which hopefully is a harbinger of a new record. Only time will tell.
There was to be no visible enthusiasm from yours truly on this night, however. No moshing, poging, or crowd surfing. I stood in place the entire time, reticent to move lest I completely paralyze myself, and having downed a fistful of painkillers, alcohol-free. I was now my grandmother.
All things considered, it was a decent night, although not without its share of contradictions. Hopefully, I’ll be in a little better shape for the next gig … perhaps Dinosaur Jr. at the Neptune in a few weeks.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go outside and yell at the kids to get off my lawn.