Sticks and Stones

the Ponys
Originally uploaded by luccym33.

When friends ask me out to shows I almost always accept simple because I never know who I am going to meet, and what new music I will get to hear.

Last Tuesday I went to the Ponys show with Rick Baca. I showed up in the middle of the Hot IQ's set. It was beautiful. When the set was over, I spiked my drink and said hello to Rick. Things were going well. He introduced me to a bunch of his co-workers.

When the next band, Gris Gris, started their set. My eyebrows curved down, my teeth clenched, and my face turned to a grimace. I don't know if it was the feedback or the lack of a bass drum, or the sound at bender's, but they were a bit off. Nonetheless, I stuck with them, and soon enough, my right heal was tappin' to the beat, my head throbbing, and I found myself entangled in the melody. Loved the music when it was on; hated it when it was off.

After the was set over, one of Rick's co-workers come over to me and asked what I thought of the show. I was hesitant to make a comment because this fellow had been rockin' out to the whole time, shooting pictures with is digital camera, and grinning from ear to ear. He obviously thought very highly of the band, so I didn't want to say something wrong. I figured I should just be honest. "Well," I said, "Half of me loved it, and half of me hated it."

He responded with something to the affect of "That was totally guy music. You probably didn't understand it."

I gave myself a five second personal pep talk before I responded: (Okay, okay, this guy just offended you, you're a bit drunk, he's a bit older, maybe he doesn't know that comments like that aren't part of modern dialogue, BITCH BE COOL.)

Needless to say, I was not cool. In a very violently colorful way, I basically told him he was an idiot. At one point I asked if should I wear a strap-on to their next show so I could "understand" the music better. At the time I felt pretty proud of myself, but the next day I wasn't so impressed with my behavior. I guess carzy things happen when you listen to music named after a voo doo spell.

To say that words don't hurt is a lie. Words, conversation and language are swords. An intelligent person can choose her words wisely and convey an opinion in a respectful manor. I probably need to work on that.

This is what Rick thought of the show.