I started this post with intention of sharing my review for the Furthur show on Dec 13th 2009 in Asbury Park, but this is what I wrote, the review will have to wait . . . at least for a lil while.
I’m beginning to settle back into my surroundings here in the 732 and that means getting out and exploring the local scenes again. The Jersey Shore has never been the hub of artistic genius (and this is my opinion but) it’s hard to find good music here, it’s hard to find good art here, but it does have it’s bright spots, or it’s one bright spot. . and Asbury Park has always been that place in my mind. The only town in the area where you can find live music nightly. Asbury, as bad as it’s reputation has been in the past, is a beautifully interesting location. History surrounds the place (especially when it comes to rock’n roll and music in general) but most importantly to me, my own history and memories were forged there. I did a lot of growing up there, I learned to appreciate live music there, I found myself preforming at those dive bars/ nightclubs, I learned to rage at the Berkeley Carteret after summer punk shows, I dicovered drugs from sketchballs on those streets, I found and lost what I thought was love there, it shaped who I would become. . . .but I was young and stupid. . . and then I left.. What I believed to be the punk/emo/harcore scene died, the bands I listened to stopped preforming in Asbury, and stopped making music altogether, and I was left with the feeling of starting over somewhere new. I remember feeling like the time I spent there was a waste, but that all changed a few days ago. . . . When I went back to Asbury for the first time in 5 years for a Furthur show...
to be continued...
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