One day your name will be in lights
Had pizza with a friend at Firestorm the other night while a band warmed up at The Red Room. My god, it was honestly like time traveling back to 1992 when Pizza Face and Juanita’s were side by side. Forget “glory days,” this is happening now, and it looks like it’s here to stay. It’s been a long intermission between bands at 142 W. Second St., but the show has started up. Besides Stormy’s located next door, where else in town can you see the band from the outside window? Used to be a time when you could watch a band from LaSalles’ window, but that time is no more. Standing on the sidewalk, looking in the window of the Red Room, I find it hard not to flash back to Charm Fueled busting through the pane, Hucksalt Hedspeed buck naked against the glass, MIRV mugging for the outside crowds, Skitzo throwing up multi-colored puke, Babyland playing steel containers with circular saws, Amish Rakefight dressed as flying monkeys. Those windows inspired many of the last wave of local bands to fight the good fight. So perhaps we might see bands of 13-year-olds doing something besides crank in the park, once more.
Hats off to all CHS students past and present and to everyone who made the parade a fun event. Yeah, I’ve spouted off how our July 4th parades SUCK, but this was different. It had a nice community feel. My only qualm—CHS shot glasses? C’mon, what’s next, CHS bongs?