While I’ve hit many shows of bands, which have come and gone, and those I never really knew, it’s refreshing to see this venue still alive. And, although Williamsburg and Brooklyn, in general, seems to be sprouting the indie scene bands these days, it’s still nice to know there is a bit of grit off the Bowery (and Delancey Streets) at yes, the one and onlyBowery Ballroom. Long before the trendy Box and slutty burlesque carvinales started opening, this was the place to be.  The Hells Angels at the door weren’t always nice and thought my ID was fake even though I was 23 at the time and the ID was quite real (many thanks to the state of Missouri). Still, they kicked me out but I felt somewhat, well, cool. (imaeg: Photo by Lauren Klain Carton)

I went to shows where pretentious “rock and roll” bands tried not to go on stage because only 10 people were in the crowd and they relied too heavily on their back up DJ who pressed buttons on his mixer.  They liked to hang behind the curtains or upstairs where the bands gather and drink Jamieson and the girls sip pricey champage even though they haven’t had a meal for 2 months. They were always lame but it made for a good story.

My first show at the Bowery was Luna with its chill, hush beats courtesy of vocals from Dean Wareham and the cool blonde headed chick. (2001).  One centers around the crowded, downstairs art-deco style bar before descending upstairs to hear the tunes under nice lighting and a hard floor. Rock n’ roll.