SHARING THE SHOWS
First: Happy Unmarried and Single Americans Week! The Singlehood Activist that’s been active this week appreciated that pic you see at the top. The third week of September is devoted to recognize us single folk; believe it or not, it started in Ohio in the 1980s, by the Buckeye Singles Council. I’ve used my Facebook and Twitter platforms to educating others about singles-related issues, had an outing at Medium Rare with some cool folks from my favorite Facebook group, Community of Single People, and I even added a Meetup to my usual monthly rotation on the Childfree Singles of the DMV Group.
Sadly, because people are flakes, it ended up being just me and Rolf. But we also have good intellectual discourse. We disagree about singles-related issues (I believe not everybody is meant to be partnered, and singlism is a real problem), but we’re capable of having a productive discussion on the issue. And we do agree on the Childfree by Choice thing, which is most important. We enjoyed some fine Indian cuisine at Masala Art, which is where I first met Pete pre-Trey. For an appetizer, we split some garlic chili Naan, and I tried Bhelpuri for the first time. After we parted ways, I headed to the Pearl Street Warehouse for my third round with the Allman Others Band. The place was close to empty, but the group started at 8:02, exactly two minutes after the start band. I like when groups start at the time they say they’re going to (two minutes is not a big deal in my book). The setlist included: Set One Don’t Want You No More Ain’t My Cross to Bear Statesboro Blues In Memory of Elizabeth Reed Tell the Truth (Eric Clapton) One Way Out Melissa Blue Sky Hoochie Coochie Man Come and Go Blues Southbound (which the singer dedicated to all the native New Yorkers in the room, me included) Woman Across the River Ramblin’ Man (which started with an a capella rendering of the song’s main chorus) Set Two Wasted Words Midnight Rider Jessica Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More (which the singer described as a protest song) Let it Rain (another Clapton tune) Black Hearted Woman (dedicated to the bassist’s first girlfriend) Revival (my favorite of the Allmans’s repertoire, which had me spinning round and round, baby, right round, like a record) Whipping Post Soulshine The show ended right at 11:02, which also made me happy. Jaime Lee Curtis’s call for earlier concerts really spoke to me. The Green and Red Lines were populated by Nationals fans despondent over their loss to the Atlanta Braves. At this point, I have to route for the Nats to lose; they’re competing with my Mets to stay out of last place. It’s kinda sad when that’s the goal you’re rooting for, but that’s where we are. I did drag for parts of the night, but I’m glad I made it. This was Show 5 of 5 in two weeks. At this point, I’m ready to do some other things. As I become more and more engrossed in my Singlehood Crusade (including some new projects), I’m starting to not feel as much of a need for shows, and to be honest, parts of the scene are a bit couples-centric. That’s not to say I won’t continue to rock out, but I’ll start to treat it like chocolate cake: best in small doses. My next one is in three weeks; it should be a nice breather. From that point, I’m on the one show per month plan. November: JRAD with Pete, Maggie, and possibly some other assorted folk I know. December: Allman Betts Family Revival with Pete. For my single brethren reading this page, keep on rockin’ your singlehood, whether it’s for now or forever (thanks, Peter McGraw, for the line).
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