Last week I dropped the knowledge egg and told you that I was going to see Captain Ahab. I was jazzed, as I have been a fan of these guys since around 2002 or 2003.

We get to the Sons of Hermann Hall, a dandy of a venue on the outskirts of Deep Ellum. Jonny and I had seen The Paper Chase there a few years prior and that rainy night ended with two car accidents, a deployed airbag, and a doozy of a hangover the next day.

Inside the club, there is almost no one there. It’s 8 p.m. and doors were supposed to be at 7 p.m. Yikes.

I ask the cute door girl (who — if you follow me on Twitter you know this — let me take a picture of her expose nip to entice people to come out to the show) how many tickets have been sold.

Six. Fucking six.

And that was disappointing because it was a hell of a show. A couple of local bands, Kiwi Sisters and After Hours With George Quartz, opened up and they were a lot of fun.

When the Ahab finally took the stage, they opened up with a bizarre puppet show that “birthed” Jim the dancer. Clad in nothing but sneakers and a speedo, he jerked his body around as if possessed by a demon while shouting along to the lyrics.

For my part, I danced my ass off, too. At one point, we’re facing each other, on ours knees, with our arms up and palms out, against each other.

It was pretty awesome.

I just didn’t want to the guys, who are from L.A., to feel like they came to Dallas for absolutely nothing. They were both really nice and appreciative to boot.

Afterward, the dozen or so patrons end up going to a bar where the booze was flowing as liberally as the conversation. Jonny’s friend drove us there and dropped us off, since it was a few blocks away.

There was one guy who kept talking to me about legalizing marijuana and how it could effectively end the cartels in Mexico. Oh, to be young and idealistic.

One thing led to another, and I end up getting separated from Jonny. I realize that I don’t really know exactly where I am, my phone is dead, and it’s 2 a.m. in downtown Dallas. Normally, I’d be cool with that. But it was a Wednesday night, so the streets were eerily vacant.

I start to make my way down the direction I think is correct, and once I get out of view from the bar, I gun it. I just start running my little legs off. Then I get tired, so I stop.

I end up in a parking lot behind a warehouse, and I find myself thinking, “Oh, precious Sergio. What have you gotten yourself into now?”

I’m looking around constantly for any numbers of muggers, murderers and/or rapists that are looking to abscond with my money, life and/or anal virginity. Because really, if they were going to do those things anyway, my paranoid behavior wasn’t going to either dissuade or encourage their villainous urges.

Finally, I see the venue and start running again. I turn the corner and start heading towards my car when I see Jonny rolling up. He had made it to his car and drove back to the bar to pick me up!

These situations I find myself in, honestly.

Monday I went to go see Donald Glover/Childish Gambino. He plays the character Troy in Community and is one hell of a rapper. He started the show off with about 20 minutes of stand-up comedy, followed by a video presentation, and then about an hour or so of music.

Good times were had by all!

I didn’t have time to listen to any music suggestions this week so to make it up, I’ll listen to all of them for next week.

I love you, my little peanuts.

One Response to “Old and Jaded: There Are Horror Movies That Start This Way”

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   On 05/5/11 12:14 PM, sammy said:

   Check out Adam Faucett…he is one of Little Rock’s gems right now. Just released a new album.

   http://www.adamfaucett.com/

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