I recently accompanied fifteen other fans for a recent Mary Timony show there with mixed emotions. Part of me was quite relieved that there was no large crowd that evening to obscure my view or to interrupt my trips to the bar and restroom. When a venue that small is packed to the brim, the head achingly banal conversations I hear usually force me to leave in between sets to go smoke pot in my truck. To be honest, more than half of me was stoked no one was there. I was able to say hello to Mary and buy a t-shirt off her without having to battle through anyone or to interrupt her in the midst of several conversations. “Hey thanks for buying a t-shirt.” She replied as I handed her a twenty dollar bill. We had a moment to chat before someone else came up to inquire about merch for her opening band, Lymbc System. I could tell that she was disappointed (as anyone would be) by the evening’s turnout. Last time she had performed at The Casbah was with Mike Watt, and the place was packed. But that was on a Friday night. This was a Tuesday night in May but where were all the fucking Helium fans?
MARY: My first show was probably the Culture Club. Then I saw the Rites Of Spring. They were my favorite band when I was 13.