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Dear First Avenue,

We’ve been together for a long time. 10 years. 10 good years. You were my first real music club, and I’ll always cherish the memories we’ve had together. I know this is awkward, it being Valentine’s day and all, but I don’t think I can see you anymore. Things have changed. I’m a different person than I was 10 years ago. And I don’t think I have to tell you that I’ve been going to other clubs. I know you think they’re small and dirty and you don’t understand why I like them, but I do. I just do. I think it’s fair to say that you’ve changed a lot too. I remember the first show I saw with you; The Melvins. Remember that? Three sets! 2 all-ages sets and a late-night 21+ show! It was magical. I wanted it to last forever. Or the John Spencer Show. That’s still one of the best nights of my life! But at the DJ Shadow/Cut Chemist show last week it was like I didn’t even know you. And the people you were with! What’s up with that? Half of them didn’t even know who was playing! You know the only reason they hang out with you is because they think you’re cool. It’s not because they like the music.

It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. I’ll still be around every once in awhile for shows at the Entry. I’ll be sure to say ‘hi’. But I think it’s best if we each go our separate ways for awhile. You need to do what you need to do, and I need to do what I need to do.

Later,
Nick