Cincy
On Wednesday we emerged from Pennsylvania and entered Ohio. The eastern part of the state is pretty hilly like Penn, but quickly turned to farmland. A gigantic billboard at the side of the road informed us that "HELL IS REAL". We were listening to either Venom or Slayer at the time. Perfect.
When we got to Cincy, we decided to take in another show at a downtown venue. The city reminded me of a less bright-and-shiny Ottawa. The venue itself reminded me of a certain defuct club in H_x on G_n Street that used to have big shows, but just a bit smaller. It seemed to be a place that big-name punk bands often played. There were couches and big screen TVs - playing the movie Scarface!
It had been a tense day as we had had some concerns about cooking versus buying food. Although the venue was not the sort of place any of us would typically hang out, it put us at ease somehow.
The opening act was a local punk band playing their third show. They had a sax player and no bass... cool! Pretty good vicious teen punk was played. The second band played sort of weird hardcore. One guy had a mask, which was ridiculous because it got pretty hot in there. They sounded good. I think they wanted to turn up more, but the sound guy disagreed. Next up was a pretty ok ska band. Finally, the last band played a rockin' set of garage punk despite seeming physically small on the enormous stage. A lot of people had left though. Just one of those nights, I guess. I went up and talked to them, and they didn't seem bummed.
We made friends with the kids from the opening band and they offered to billet us at their home in northern KY. Another state met and greeted... and in the South, no less! OK, the northernmost South.
Had to get to Chi-town the next day, so we got up early.
When we got to Cincy, we decided to take in another show at a downtown venue. The city reminded me of a less bright-and-shiny Ottawa. The venue itself reminded me of a certain defuct club in H_x on G_n Street that used to have big shows, but just a bit smaller. It seemed to be a place that big-name punk bands often played. There were couches and big screen TVs - playing the movie Scarface!
It had been a tense day as we had had some concerns about cooking versus buying food. Although the venue was not the sort of place any of us would typically hang out, it put us at ease somehow.
The opening act was a local punk band playing their third show. They had a sax player and no bass... cool! Pretty good vicious teen punk was played. The second band played sort of weird hardcore. One guy had a mask, which was ridiculous because it got pretty hot in there. They sounded good. I think they wanted to turn up more, but the sound guy disagreed. Next up was a pretty ok ska band. Finally, the last band played a rockin' set of garage punk despite seeming physically small on the enormous stage. A lot of people had left though. Just one of those nights, I guess. I went up and talked to them, and they didn't seem bummed.
We made friends with the kids from the opening band and they offered to billet us at their home in northern KY. Another state met and greeted... and in the South, no less! OK, the northernmost South.
Had to get to Chi-town the next day, so we got up early.
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