In what is perhaps my most h-core concert experience to date, I drove from Shreveport to San Antonio to see a new favorite band of mine, Girls in a Coma. Let's call a spade a spade here though folks, I did only drive back to Austin after the show, where I now am staying. So in reality this excursion was me driving to Austin and then going to a show in San Antone.
I got lost on the streets of San Antonio after arriving, and I learned from this experience that you will not find your way around downtown by saying "I need to find that street named after something to do with the Catholic Church." Eventually I found the club which I thought was going to be Sanctuary, but turned out to be Communion. In any event, the rock commenced with three horrible bands. Without exception, these three bands featured a majority of members wearing women's hip-hugger jeans. This is a metrosexual fashion trend I was only recently warned of, and I must say that seeing this in person was very disturbing. Anyway, after a fourth band called Coulter (not named after the Fox News analyst) played, the main attraction ignited.
For those of you who don't know, the lead singer for the all-fembot Gilrs in a Coma is only sixteen, and within a few minutes of begining their set some creepy guy came up with three carnations and one carnation stem (I'm not sure if that was intentional) for the "Girls" and tried to talk to them. For illustration purposes, I should mention that this creepy guy was sporting a single earbud headphone, a leopard vest, and horn-rim glasses.
The Girls executed an excellent performance with more Smiths/Morrissey covers than I was expecting. The fact that the show was in their home town, however, may have made them a bit less rocking than they could be, since they were essentially playing for a room full of friends. This home town factor also lent to me feeling much less comfortable than I do at most shows. Most of the audience at this cheaply thrown together venue seemed to have been under the control of a single portly Hispanic fellow wearing a pink and black checkered cap.
Other notable highlights include: getting hit on by the most normal looking girl in the club; two of the "Red Gang" (a bloc of people wearing mostly red) falling into me and burning the arm of the guy next to me (who had a strange combination of dreadlocks and mullet); seeing some of the members of The Applicators enjoying the retro dance mix in the other room.
Posted by tdupuy at July 12, 2004 3:27 AM