So back in 2006-07, I lived in this house in Louisville called The Black Bear Lair (or “Story Ave” as it was sometimes known) It was a real crazy time where when it was good, it was amazing and when it was bad (most often the case) it was the most depressing shit ever.
Anyway, we did tons of insane shows in our huge living room, including this one that i think my ex partner (or maybe Frances?) booked, it was a last minute show for this dude named Brook Pridemore and another guy who went by Guitar Bomb. Brook as you may know does some weird variation on the whole folk punk thing and even though his music is not my cup of tea persay, he’s a pretty nice guy. Guitarbomb on the other hand, is shitty bar rock/bluesy-ish/rockabilly (i guess) stuff played by some total asshole who for some reason was allowed to exist within the realm of diy culture. The dude showed up and immediately had an attitude with everyone involved with the house/attending the show, as if he should be put upon a pedestal for being able to play blues scales on a guitar and write lyrics about “chicks”. The show was absolutely dreadful and yeah this kid Jess who was crashing on our couch definitely fell asleep during the show, but i can’t blame him. So, when all was said and done we got this pretty amazing review of our house off of his website.
It should be noted, out of the nine people living at our house, only two of the residents actually identified as Straightedge, in fact I can almost guarantee my roommate Nate was probably upstairs getting wasted while all this went down . We just didn’t want anyone drinking/doing drugs etc during shows because we didn’t want to have to deal with drunk 14 year olds or people who just go to shows to get fucked up and start shit. I wish more houses would adopt the same policy.
