So for awhile I have been thinking about writing entries about my time playing music in bands and my time being involved in the music scene. My biggest conflict was that I have some very unflattering things to say about some of the people that I shared stages and floors and practice spaces with. But then I realized, I don’t care so here is part one.
Now the title of this may seem a little odd and honestly it has nothing to do with music but is rather a metaphor that I put together because it was something a teacher of mine in high school said. Directly across the street from the school use to be a big area covered with trees and in the summer between my sophomore and junior years those were leveled in favor of zero lot line single homes. My first day of junior year in my history class our teacher just spontaneously (or really well planned) ran out the door of class, looked to the doors down the hall pointing to the former field and yelled “Where did all the trees go? Where are all the kids going to go to smoke dope?” Absolutely hilarious at the time and actually still today. But thinking about what he said it could sort of relate to the number of venues that shut down over the years. Thinking to myself, “Where did all the venues go? Where are the kids going to go to play music?”
Through the three bands that I played in and two one time off deals I have played pretty much across Palm Beach County and bits of Broward and Dade. I even got to play in Fort Myers and Lake Mary each. That is definitely nothing compared to most bands but it is something I’m proud to be able to say that at least I played out. I’ve had the honor of playing at some great venues and the dishonor of playing at some horrid ones. All experiences unique and ones that I can fondly look back on and enjoy or laugh. I feel great that I have been able to play at one time staples in the county like Spanky’s, Ray’s Downtown Blues, Ovation (or Orbit) and the Kelsey Club. But alas none of them even exist anymore.
Venue owners or managers were also an odd bunch to deal with at times. Some would go out of their way to make you feel welcome while others you wouldn’t even meet until the show was over. Some were so delusional that they were the greatest venue in the world that no one could stop them, not even the town they were in that wanted them shut down. But here are some stories about a handful of places and my stories about them. (more…)