Once there was a band called Far Too Jones. I loved their music. Played and sang them to my girlfriend at the time. She could couldn’t care less, but hey… I was proud. I cursed the potholes on the road that would make the CD skip. And FTJ played in Greensboro often. Except it seemed like they only played in one spot, The Blind Tiger. The most cursed thing to happen to anyone my age is that the place was only 21 and up. Anytime i passed by The Blind Tiger and saw their poster in the window, it was like a slap in the face. I plotted ways to get in, grow a beard, shop at Sears and grab some business casual wear… anything I could do to make myself look old enough to not have my ID checked. I debated trying to payoff the door man.
In the midst of all my scheming to break the law, because clearly a judge would understand if I was ever arrested, a friend informed me that they’d be playing at Ziggy’s in Winston-Salem. Half hour drive and well worth not getting thrown in jail. Strange thing is, almost 14 years later, I barely remember the show. It’s not because I was drunk or high and passed out somewhere. I guess I built the performance up in my head to be bigger than it was. I can’t remember any of the band member’s names. The two things i remember is that they didn’t play my favorite song and there was some really skinny 6’8″ guy that kept jumping up and down and shaking his head like he was swishing mouthwash.
On the flip side, I had no interest in seeing Cowboy Mouth, but I remember that show like it was yesterday and it made me a fan of their music even though I never bought an album. Am I weird?