Not really. But we did do something equally irresponsible and out of character.
We went out. To Buffalo. On Allen Street. After 9 p.m. On Wednesday. And for MUSIC, of all things.
Long story short: our neighbors–Buffalo hipsters turned Southtowns homeowners (and parents!)–were in a band (well, HE was in the band, she wasn’t) that happened to be having a ‘reunion’ show at a bar downtown. I saw it on Facebook and felt strangely compelled to go. No idea why.
The stars aligned–Andrew got caught up late at work, couldn’t start on the garage, we finished dinner in time–and off we went to Nietzsche’s on Allen Street. Let’s just say we weren’t in Kansas anymore. (It’s not like we’ve never been to Allen Street, but it’s no Canalside, either.)
Our adventure began as we drove through the west side of Buffalo and I heard Andrew hit the door lock. He’s so melodramatic like that. Within a few blocks we were at our destination, and I had to surrender the car to Andrew to parallel park. It’s not a strength of mine.
Nietzsche’s is just what you’d expect looking at it from the outside–dark, run-down, plastered with band stickers and posters with peeling wallpaper and exposed pipes. Everyone inside was either hipster, hippie or covered in tattoos; Andrew and I stuck out like sore thumbs.
As usual, the show was running behind schedule, so we watched much of Handsome Jack’s bit while sipping our beer. Apparently they are one of our neighbor’s–Tommy–favorite local bands and just got a record deal. This means nothing to me, but it sounds nice. I commented to Andrew that I thought they sounded like Lynyrd Skynyrd without the ‘country twang.’ I was pleased when Tommy said he agreed.
As another band was setting up for their show, Andrew decided a piece of pizza sounded good, so we took a walk down Allen and found ‘Crust,’ a local place with slices available at 10:30 on a Wednesday night. Gotta be in a city.
Finally, we headed back to the bar in time to see Tommy and his band, The Found, setting up for their set. I remember seeing ‘I <3 The Found’ bumper stickers on our neighbors cars; I had no idea it was his actual band. It turns out he sings and plays bass. Who knew we had a rockstar next door?! Check him out–he’s in the white shirt and cropped pants.
They gathered the largest crowd and we had fun sitting and listening…until about midnight when we were more than exhausted. (I’ve been going to bed before 11 these past couple weeks, and I definitely felt it last night. And this morning.)
Speaking of the morning… How long has it been since you had the remnants of a bar stamp on your hand the next day??