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What an unbelievably strange year! I feel simultaneously like it has been years since March AND like Fridays just come one right after another. The video below is based on an accidental performance I stumbled upon at a book shop: Maybe the very nature of having a planned and scheduled life sets us up to lean into the margins, the gaps, the sidelines. It could be that we are more receptive to experiences that change us when we do not expect them.
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This is the effect of the margins, the effect of appetizer eclipsing the main course, the effect of best human connections happening on the outside of the formal networking events and dating profiles.
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Thank you!”Īnd then, after a long intermission, there’s a headliner, they are entertaining and pretty good, and I enjoy watching the curious instruments they use. I feel like I’m the only one who goes there and buys a CD. And after, they move to the side of the room, to the small table with their one and only CD album for sale. They go through their set, with reasonably good reception from the small crowd. I love everything about it, the pace, the lyrics, the low female vocal. The opening duo begins their set and I am immediately taken by it. There is a viola, or maybe a guitar, and definitely a keyboard. It’s not quite enough to kill the hum of the people who came here to see the headliner, however obscure. I guess this is the time intended for everyone to buy drinks and get primed for the show.Īnd finally, finally, finally, someone enters the stage. We made it.Īnother half hour, or maybe more, passes by. (And does it mean that Radiohead is the establishment? Whoa.)Įventually, we get into the tiny vestibule, prove that we are a few years older than 18, and pay the token admission fee. What kind of a character goes to a weeknight concert at this tiny venue, to hear a band they have not been aware of until very recently? Why don’t they follow the establishment, the 5-star reviews, the sure thing you can buy advanced tickets to? I stand in the line, in that dark and desolate LA alley, and study the others. It is dark by then - the show was scheduled for 7 pm, but guess what, the band isn’t there, or isn’t ready enough, or they are doing very important things we will later thank them for - whatever it is, shows never start on time. The hole-in-wall venue has a line at the door but it is a manageable line, and we become a part of it. So, we ride to LA, maybe an hour and a half on the motorcycle, to cheat the traffic, and just because motorcycles are fun. I research the band and, with the very limited information there is online at that time, decide this is it. I follow the trail of scheduled shows and find one that, based on one or two audio samples, seems interesting. You show up and if the venue still has a standing spot for you, you are in. You do not, back in the mid-2000s, buy tickets in advance on your phone. I find out about a small venue in Los Angeles that hosts such bands. Others, the small bands on the margins, you had to be in the know. Big concerts were advertised (like Radiohead, $150/ a cheap seat, no thanks). I don’t remember how people found out about such things back then (internet, of course, but with a lot more effort). Not a lot happens in Oceanside…I was constantly looking for things to do and one of my favorite things to do is attendIng concerts. I had just moved from Berkeley to Oceanside, where my marine husband was stationed. Some years ago, I was a newly-wed military wife.