The hubby's band from the late 70s/early 80s is performing early next month at Abilene, a newish bar downtown. Although the Press Tones were "big" in Rochester back in the day, I'm honestly not sure if I ever saw them back then or not. They played Scorgies frequently; however, I typically went down there only to see a much beloved Spanish teacher's band, Personal Effects. (In retrospect, that must have been a huge buzz kill for her. A brief weekend away from her students only to see our fresh, underage faces adorning the audience of a dark, smoky bar.)
I was a closet music fanatic and, to quote Blondie, a "case of partial extreme." The Clash meets Karen Carpenter. More of a black nail polish/monogrammed sweater girl. Come to think of it, I still am like that.
Huh. The more that things change, the more they stay the same? Damn, that's two days running where I'm quoting Rush. Help! Plus ca change. Plus c'est la meme chose. Arghhhhhhhhh.
