This isn’t the first time Denver didn’t show up. And it won’t be the last time you’ll be able to catch a wicked cool act in a small Denver venue. But unless our excuse is, “the economy stupid”, I will never not call out Denver for not supporting live music. In this case, LYLVC, Eva Under Fire, Butcher Babies, and Jeris Johnson.
Maybe Denver knows something about Jeris Johnson I don’t. I didn’t know who he was before the show. I don’t even know who he is now that I’ve seen him perform. I don’t know what he stands for, why he stands for it, what his shtick is, why he was the headliner – Maybe I’m out of a loop.
But you know who else was on the bill? The legendary Butcher Babies.
This show was originally meant for the Bluebird Theater, which is like it’s name implies – a theater – but was moved to Moe’s BBQ, also as it’s name implies – a bbq joint – due to seemingly lack of ticket sales.
Thank you I guess to Denver for giving those of us who showed up a killer experience? But also, the fuck?
For bands like LYLVC, this really sucks. This rap metal group is exactly what Denver used to, and probably still does, crave. Unless the excuse is “the economy”, this is a band that could have crushed the Denver market in years past with tour stops here for every album cycle. But instead of playing to a theater of people, they played to a handful of patrons who arrived thirty minutes before show time since that’s when LYLVC started playing.
Is Denver becoming a city to avoid?
Imagine if Eva Under Fire and Butcher Babies think. Now, granted, these bands didn’t give two flying fucks about the circumstances and gave the heaviest bar show they could. It was like going to an open mic and seeing the headliners from the theater next door fucking around before their show. Tons of “fuck it, these are the true fans, so let’s party” attitudes, but, like, come on. We need to give them a reason to come back.
If a tour comes through that deserves criticism and a punch of reality, I will gladly back my Denver brothers and sisters and misters and fisters. But when bands come in that used to call Denver home, and my homies and slomies don’t show up, someone drop a good excuse in the comments please. Because this isn’t new to me.
I have no idea who Jeris Johnson is, and frankly, I don’t care. This was, hopefully, a once in a lifetime event, seeing such heavy hitters in such an intimate space, that this was still way better than whatever the fuck was going on at the Bluebird the next day.
