Another sleepless night so I wander down to the office to listen to some music, write… and stare. I found this video from 96′ and was immediately slammed back in time. This was at the height of my band then. We were on the radio, doing bigger clubs but still sticky small ones too, no ones drug or booze addictions had gotten too out of hand yet, we were still alive inside but beginning to show the aches and scars… It was a very trippy time. It was right around this time that I met the girl of my dreams and I was lucky enough for her to dig me too. Me a snot nosed punk, waving the flag of DIY and not giving a fuck. Her? Beautiful, sweet, so smart and ready to take on the world.
The band and I were to play a show at this Ballroom on a Saturday night. Sounds fancy but it wasn’t really. Big? Yes, but very seedy and very Rock N’ Roll. Being it Friday, we didn’t have rehearsal (we never rehearsed the day before a show. When we did the shows were always a train wreck) we decided to wander down to the venue, have some drinks and promote a bit. We were never too good to promote. It was a 24/7 thang. The late night air was so thick with heat and the street seemed to have turned back to tar as we were walking through the parking lot. Over to the left, behind the venue was a tour bus and roadies hustling about. The Marquee said ” D Generation.” I had their first album and totally dug them but the other guys didn’t really know them yet. I was, and still am, a music junkie and always looking for new stuff. I would spend hours scouring record stores for new art and I’d also snag this magazine called NME that would have CD samplers in them. That’s where I first heard D Generation and I was pretty stoked that they were going to be playing.
As we walked in (we never paid to get in anywhere and the drinks were either free for the first round or at least half off. Just a sample of the perks ya get when you make other people money) we made a beeline to the bar to order drinks. I sat at the end of the bar and next to me is this tender, lanky gentleman in a leather jacket with this black, corn rolled, dreaded or something mop of a hair-do. He leans over and says, “These your bands flyers? Can I have one? Fuck, these are rad. You do these?”
“Yeah. We play tomorrow.. wait… you’re Jesse? (singer of D Generation)”
“Yep. That’s cool you guys came out.”
“We actually didn’t know until we got here. Buy you a drink?”
“Man, our promoter sucks. Yeah, sure! Thanks.”
We went on to bullshit and drink for a couple of hours while the opening bands played. Met the rest of the band and we all ended up really drunk. I mean… Holy shit drunk… I started making fun of them because they had to play and that they smelled funny and a whole slew of jokes… These guys had the thickest New York accents and the drunker they got the harder it was to understand.
I could go on for awhile so I’ll chill now. It was a hell of a night. These guys went on and blew the roof off the joint. A solid packed house too and they nailed everything. Total shame they never made it huge. They went on to do two more albums before they broke up. Jesse went on to do 3 solo albums (a couple of them produced by Ryan Adams) and made his mark.
Anyway, I’m still not tired so I’m going to go listen to some more music.
Thanks for reading and enjoy the video.