All the elements of the weeknight show at the local venue were there. High school kids in a messed up van with stuff written on it, and a PA through which they mumbled. Grumpy bartender. Decent turnout for a late evening weeknight like this. There was a wacky woman who kept demonstrating her belching technique.
The cast inside the bar was familiar too. Some friends of the band, some fans of the band, some totally random people. There were the two Ghost World girls who danced and had a good time and were fun and nice. It seems that there are two girls like that at every show. There was a very happy backwards-baseball-cap guy with bad teeth who said to me "There's lots of girls here to see these guys. That's good! Hey, maybe only 15 people here but ten are girls!" There was the silent ponytailed sound guy.
The music is prog rock with a lead keyboard, which is very much not my style; I like maybe 10 songs total in this style of which maybe 7 are early Peter Gabriel solo songs. ("White Shadow" and "On the Air" are examples.) Fortunately genericus knows and likes this music better and plays it well. I couldn't hear the guitarist at all. There were a few songs I was able to roll with and enjoy, and I have to say it was because of the bassline more than anything. I have major problems with the singer in this band, and it's been hard for me to get past this previously too. They got better as the night went on, though, as you'd expect from a band that hasn't played live in a while.
At one point the cheesy fog machine vomited out a load of cheesy fog directly over genericus's head and he looked up and was struck down by fear and horror for about 5 seconds; it made me wish I'd brought in the camera.
I left a bit early because I have been working on and off in 4 hour shifts for the last 24 hours and I was burnt.
The television over the bar first gave us a show in which grinning people handed each other gigantic fish. This was followed by sickly yellow salesmen infomershing, and finally by the end of Rain Man.