Thursday night was crazy. First, at about 6 PM, the compressor for the freezers died and for some reason the alarm system didn’t go off. A customer came up to me and said, "You know, the ice cream is soft" to which there is no response possible but, "Oh shit." Cooler malfunction, not maggots or mold, is truly my worst fear. Obviously it’s even worse for frozen food.
Every worker who could, tried to move the savable frozen food to the small backstock coolers. We immediately started giving away the ice cream because once the temp goes up at all it’s unsellable. Customers were excited. As ctrhotpink
described it in her journal "We had crates of ice cream in front of the store and, apparently, there is a trail of empty pints, lids, spoons and puke from here to midtown. Were people binging then purging so as not to waste any???"
made a post asking for people to come eat ice cream someone brought to his apartment. Punk rockers I didn’t know started showing up saying, "I heard you guys are giving away food"
When this was as under control as it could get, I made it to my conference planning meeting were we disposed of tasks and added more to our list with frightening equivalency.
But then was the event I’d been looking forward to for the past few weeks. A reunion of The Dicks at the Eagle. Was there a better night to hear a band who’s most famous song contains the lyrics "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, look at your son. Maybe you once loved me, but now I’ve got a gun. You better stay out of the way, I think I’ve had a bad day"?* The secret of The Dicks was that they, like the Big Boys who were also from Texas, were about fighting back against the Reagan revolution, against the red necks who wanted to beat up punks and not accepting the power of those people as absolute. And I’ve always had a thing for punk bands that I found a little scary.
I had to be there because I missed their under-publicized reunion a few years ago and I hadn’t seen them for 20 years at one of the punk shows that changed my life.
I have never seen the Eagle more packed. If you’ve never been there, it’s not really set up for shows. There’s only a space of about 15 feet from the stage to the bar. We made our move to the front as the second to last band finished but so did everyone else. Combined with the fact that the only "women’s" bathroom is on the stage, the crowd was doing that uncontrollable surgy thing from 15 minutes before they took the stage. Only the fact we were so densely packed kept me on my feet. After a few songs I started to feel hot and melty just like that Double Rainbow.
I love that they made no attempt to look punk. Dianarama, who’d never seen them, said she thought the singer must be their manager when he took the stage. He immediately referred to himself as an "old queen"** who’d stop the show if people started acting stupid. "You know
I’ll do it too." He even invoked a one song penalty on the audience when someone tried to stage dive.
They sounded great. It’s not like the songs are that complicated or anything, but man, it was like 1984. I know it’s pretty much self-imposed, but my last week or so has been filled with crazy stress. There are some things that one a cathartic punk rock event can fix. I needed this show bad. Thank you Gary Floyd.
* FYI for non-punks: reading punk lyrics literally misses the actually meaning. Oh yeah, I guess Mudhoney covered that too but I kinda ignored that whole grunge thing cuz it, uh, sucked.
**I heard that he recently greeted the 20-something editor of MRR on the street with the phrase, "Hello little boy who wishes it was 20 years ago."
*** I saw nux_vomica
(nice to finally meet you. Did you get any pics?) and magpiesf
**** I was surprised they didn’t play "No Fucking War" or "I hope you get drafted".
*****oh yeah, "I’ll tell you something, and it’s true. You can’t find justice, it’ll find you."