Driving to Jacksonville to see Owen and others on this night required fuel of the
caffeinated variety; Waffle House served up some good shit but we almost died to get it. Luckily,
Sarahbuh pulled some stunt driver moves and we avoided disaster. Had limited
JAX experience so I didn't quite know what to expect upon arrival, perhaps a scene akin to downtown
Gville--indie fucks, delightful pretension, relatively cheap and easily accessible alcohol,
bumpin' but not insanity. The area around the venue, Jackrabbits, was desolate. Our plan was to tear up some bars in preparation for the show...foiled. Wandered about the San Marco neighborhood and encountered
boug eateries but little else. Settled on the "Uncommon Grounds" which felt like a library...we had to whisper the whole time, trying to ignore the acoustic jam session in the corner, the pseudo-philosopher falling asleep on the couch, and the employee/his girlfriend that were trying desperately hard to scene it up. Ill-fitting
jhorts are not flattering,
homie. Ordered some way-too-expensive beer and made fun of our surroundings. In conversation, the shifty-eyed employee name dropped a thousand times and made me feel like I was an asshole for not getting his obscure band references. I briefly toyed with the idea of making bands up to "test" him, but my heart was not in it...I was afraid I would die from the pressing weight of awkwardness. Soon after chugging our drinks, we fled to Jackrabbits and waited...more beers,
cigs and finally, the show. El May, cute Aussie (?) was fun and sassy.
Caithlen and partner were amazing...loved her lyrics. It felt like an ethereal story-time session; I didn't think it would be possible to feel cozy at that particular venue (with a venue-appropriate trashy feel) but she made it feel like home for a bit.
Sarahbuh was pumped to see Owen; she basically swooned whenever he was mentioned. Because of the size of the place, we were in close proximity to the artists. Sarah stared and giggled...hilarious side of her. Mike's performance was punctuated by JOHN, an overweight,
drunko, Owen-
superfan. He literally humped the stage the entire set, interrupting songs, making requests and Salinger references. He was barely able to stand but managed to sway to the songs, break the rules by smoking inside and piss everyone inside off. Cannot truly do justice to his antics but he almost got kicked out several times...was really fucking entertaining. I would pay good money to watch him perform. Ended the night by taking pictures with John and his (also) too-drunk amigo...and watching as he nearly fought a bouncer about 3 times his size. Overall a good night...bought both opening acts
EP's and am loving them. Plan on
rockin' my Owen shirt constantly, it will soon become a tattered rag. The show was totally worth the douche factor of
JAX. More photos to come.
Driving to Jacksonville to see Owen and others on this night required fuel of the caffeinated variety; Waffle House served up some good shit but we almost died to get it. Luckily, Sarahbuh pulled some stunt driver moves and we avoided disaster. Had limited JAX experience so I didn't quite know what to expect upon arrival, perhaps a scene akin to downtown Gville--indie fucks, delightful pretension, relatively cheap and easily accessible alcohol, bumpin' but not insanity. The area around the venue, Jackrabbits, was desolate. Our plan was to tear up some bars in preparation for the show...foiled. Wandered about the San Marco neighborhood and encountered boug eateries but little else. Settled on the "Uncommon Grounds" which felt like a library...we had to whisper the whole time, trying to ignore the acoustic jam session in the corner, the pseudo-philosopher falling asleep on the couch, and the employee/his girlfriend that were trying desperately hard to scene it up. Ill-fitting jhorts are not flattering, homie. Ordered some way-too-expensive beer and made fun of our surroundings. In conversation, the shifty-eyed employee name dropped a thousand times and made me feel like I was an asshole for not getting his obscure band references. I briefly toyed with the idea of making bands up to "test" him, but my heart was not in it...I was afraid I would die from the pressing weight of awkwardness. Soon after chugging our drinks, we fled to Jackrabbits and waited...more beers, cigs and finally, the show. El May, cute Aussie (?) was fun and sassy. Caithlen and partner were amazing...loved her lyrics. It felt like an ethereal story-time session; I didn't think it would be possible to feel cozy at that particular venue (with a venue-appropriate trashy feel) but she made it feel like home for a bit. Sarahbuh was pumped to see Owen; she basically swooned whenever he was mentioned. Because of the size of the place, we were in close proximity to the artists. Sarah stared and giggled...hilarious side of her. Mike's performance was punctuated by JOHN, an overweight, drunko, Owen-superfan. He literally humped the stage the entire set, interrupting songs, making requests and Salinger references. He was barely able to stand but managed to sway to the songs, break the rules by smoking inside and piss everyone inside off. Cannot truly do justice to his antics but he almost got kicked out several times...was really fucking entertaining. I would pay good money to watch him perform. Ended the night by taking pictures with John and his (also) too-drunk amigo...and watching as he nearly fought a bouncer about 3 times his size. Overall a good night...bought both opening acts EP's and am loving them. Plan on rockin' my Owen shirt constantly, it will soon become a tattered rag. The show was totally worth the douche factor of JAX. More photos to come.
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