Beaten In An Alley
Current mood: quixotic
Category: Music

Years from now, in interviews, people will talk about that night at Taix when The Neighborhood Bullys changed it all. There will certainly be differing accounts of who was there and who wasn't there. Some will say that no, The Kid wasn't in the crowd, simply watching and appreciating; he was already on the road. Everyone will agree that yes, in fact, Air Traffic Todd was there, but was he sitting at Andy Baker's table or was it David Serby's?

The Mexican radio was coming through the amps when they weren't serving as megaphones for Gene's musical equivalent of kicking someone's ass in an alley or Davey's take on what a bassline would sound like in Pergatory, desperately waiting to see if angel or demon would claim it as opus. Yes, it will be said, Joey and Michael looked like subjects of a film set in Bill Graham's wintry music hall, no, no one's guitar strap broke, yes, a hat was passed and filled to the top with tens and fives, no, Eddie Muñoz was not really there, but yes, yes, yes the music... The music was more alive and powerful and insane than ever before, peeling the flowered paper off the Parisian walls, rattling the bottles in their demijohns, and turning the wine to vinegar and the vinegar into wine.

So, really, who was there? I know I was. God damn, I was there.

Currently reading : Red Harvest By Dashiell Hammett Release date: 17 July, 1989

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