“Rock and Roll, baby. Just Rock and Roll.”~ POC, “Rock and Roll Baby”
Last night would go down into the history books of me doing something that I don’t normally do. Although there are some in this world that have constantly been on my back to get me to actually do some things that I don’t normally do, so that the social life that I have, gets better.
I went, on my own, to a bar because POC from Mexico City was going to be playing in town.
If you remember back in March when I went to SXSW to go watch BEAUTIFUL DISTURBANCE play, I was then introduced to the band POC. They call themselves the POC Nation.
Back then, was my first taste of it. Last night became a second helping. All because I had planned it out and actually followed through to leave home and go somewhere else.
It was on the infamous Sixth Street. And I honestly had no idea what to expect. But what I did know is that I wanted to see POC play again, and hopefully be able to get a t-shirt from them or something because their merchandise table was gone before I knew it the last time.
There I sat at the Gypsy Lounge. And right away I knew that there was going to be some accessibility issues, and I talked with the people there ahead of time to make sure that they knew that I was going to be there, and that they needed to accommodate for me being there. So no matter where I wanted to go, they needed to at least be sure that they helped me through.
So nice that they did just that!!
So there I sat, in the bar, looking oddly at two large TV screens that was playing a horror film that for the life of me, I could NOT remember the title. I had to ask. I knew it was a re-make, but couldn’t figure out what it was.
It was a DVD showing of THE HILLS HAVE EYES. Pretty gruesome in parts. But then again so was the original in its day.
I was flabbergasted that I was watching a horror film inside of a downtown bar. It just blew my mind. And there was so much time to pass before the music part of the night would even start.
I noticed that members of the POC band were already roaming around, but didn’t see the lead singer, POC herself around at all.
The first band that played was DRIFTER. It was a cover band that plays only Iron Maiden songs. I had watched towards the back for a while but eventually pushed my way forward by the end of their set.
It was unusual because the lead singer, I couldn’t figure out at all. The ambiguity was a thick cloud as I sat there all the way in the back. In leather pants and cut off jean jacket, emulating Bruce Dickinson, I was totally thrown when I heard “Hey, how ya doing??” spoken in a FEMALE voice.
So there they were. An Iron Maiden cover band with a female vocalist. Interesting. It was going to be an all female night.
In between sets, I had been communicating with POC’s mother. It was an interesting conversation as she had remembered me from last March at SXSW.
And then once I spoke in Spanish to the mother, it was all over. I don’t think that she spoke another word of English again, unless I had shown confusion to what she said.
And then, POC showed up. I wanted to scream. Because, yeah… I’m a dork like that. Dork Moment #1.
Her mother snagged POC over and then POC smiled big. And she too, said that she remembered seeing me from before. I flipped out. I didn’t think that she would remember who I was. Dork Moment #2.
So she sat and talked with me. She had changed her hair color and hair style a bit. She used to be blonde but now its more of an auburn color. It looks REALLY red in certain lighting situations.
I didn’t mind getting up close to the stage but I did keep my distance. Eventually the band begged the crowds to come up closer to the stage because they couldn’t SEE them. And I was obviously the first person to run like hell to get to the stage. Dork Moment #3.
Centered and to the right, I sat there getting my face blown off with volumes of amplifiers…… losing my hearing. And loving each and every minute of it. Dork Moment #4.
I did notice that when POC would look at me and smile, she would shoot the “I Love You” sign, and then made another gesture to which I believed was her blowing a kiss. It was pretty damn awesome to have her on stage like that and acknowledge that I was there and for her to be doing that. I got all thrilled about it. Dork Moment #5.
And then, a character came out of nowhere that I named “Mr. Green Shirt.”
Mr. Green Shirt, I do not know who he was and I do not know anything about him. But he came to the stage and reached out for POC and she reached down at him. He grabbed her hand and did the chivalrous kiss on the hand. Until the guitar player got on the microphone and bellowed out, “AWWWWWWWWWWWW.”
I don’t know where Mr. Green Shirt came from. All I know is that he was wasted and probably thought that he was earning himself some points. Meanwhile, I didn’t worry about points. I concerned myself with the music and the awesome nature that is POC’s voice & vocal ability.
I think though that the only disappointment that I had through the whole set was that I was so close to the stage that I could see the set list laying at their feet, it was close enough to where I could read it. OOPS!!
After the set, I got to hang out with the band. Having drinks, meddling in conversation, and just letting the night melt away without a care in the world.
I then received their five song CD, the mother went on a hunt to find the t-shirts. Both of which the mother simply let me have because I have been so supportive of her daughter.
I asked her if I could give her a hug and she accepted. Dork Moment #6.
POC then bought me a drink and then she vanished for a while. The band members were there.
Meanwhile, the TV sets on the outside were playing “EYES WIDE SHUT” which was a film that was really weird. Just a bunch of nudity and sex from what I saw, including the naked body of Nicole Kidman.
What the hell is wrong with this film??? I mean it got to me and under my skin.
I would then get pics with POC and believe you me, I acted like a complete idiot. Dork Moments #7 & 8.
Regardless of all that, I knew that the hour was getting late and I was going to have to call a taxi to get a ride home, being that I couldn’t make any of the city buses that were still running at that hour. I mean, I would have had to have gone a long, long, long ways before I got to a late night bus stop. And being that late at night… I wasn’t going to chance it.
So I said my farewells to POC and the band. And I begged her to come back and play soon. I mean I BEGGED her. Dork Moment #9. I mean how goofy could I have acted and behaved? And honestly…. how much damage did I actually do while being that way? Hopefully nothing that left a mark.
I went outside and I called for a taxi. But then I got the worst operator on the planet who didn’t really seem to want to do her job. I just needed a taxi. I’m pretty easy to spot, after all. But I got flack about how Sixth Street was closed. In which it wasn’t. I was watching taxis speed by left and right.
So eventually, I sat there like an idiot trying to hail a cab and I had no idea what I was doing. The cab company that I had called said that they were sending someone. But I had to watch out that it might be stolen by another customer.
There was a waitress that actually saw what I was doing, and she helped flag down this taxi driver from a DIFFERENT company. She was waving and running around as if the place was on fire and she needed to get his attention. Pretty funny but I got in.
The fare wasn’t bad at all. And so I came home. I was beyond Cloud Nine. Too excited from the night. And there was no way that I was going to go to bed.
A few minutes after being home, my cell phone rang to tell me that my cab was waiting for me outside. Ummmm… nope. I’m already home, you morons.
Now I sit here and hope and pray that POC will be returning again real soon. And if so, I’m going to do whatever I can to get to go. I know that POC added me on Facebook, so we’ll see. But it was a pretty awesome night.