There is not a way for me to be eloquent or poetic about last night's Bronx show at the Beauty Bar. Certain things come to mind. The shoulder to shoulder crowd. The sweat. The Rock. The people who have probably never been to the Beauty Bar before and never will again. Unless it's for the Bronx. The rock fists. The stage diving. The pit. And again, the freakin Rock.
The Bronx brought it in such a huge way. I haven't been to a show like that in an eternity. I couldn't think of a time where I was in a crowd like that since high school in the detached room at "Club Mitch" for House of Suffering and Unbroken shows. Maybe a whole decade and a half of that scene passed me by. I suppose Gang Green was that intense at the Tower, but I was protected from the crowd behind the band, so I was detached from it then. On this night, I was in it.
Troy, Scott and I got to the Beauty Bar around 9:30, apparently just before a massive line developed and people were not allowed into the bar. It was amazing that this show was free, but I guess when a certain cigarette brand wants to get people smoking, hosting a free show and giving drink tickets is the way to do it.
We made our way to the back patio after somehow getting beers through the 200 other people at the bar trying to get drinks. Andrea told us there was a gap up front, so we made our way over and waited for the chaos. When the show did start, shortly after 10, it didn't matter that we were up front, the crowd swarms and swells and you just go with it. Throughout the show, I was carried right up to the stage all the way back to 7 feet from the stage, seeming at times like my feet weren't even touching the ground. The singer repeatedly jumped into the crowd and passed at least 3 times over my head, which is pretty nutty. When the show started, I was holding a beer bottle but that just seemed like trouble waiting to happen so I got rid of it by passing it to Grace, my high school English teacher who I guess is friends with Kenny, the guitarist of the Bronx but formerly of The Dragons. Weird seeing your high school English teacher in such situations, but whatever.
The show was nothing short of incredible, and I literally risked major damage by taking pictures, but somehow I managed a few...
The rest of what I got pictures of was mostly sweaty backs, sweaty heads, and lots of fists and arms. They played for about an hour and they never ever let up or held back. When the show did end, there was a mass exodus of people just trying to get out. It was insanely hot in the bar, but since the band played outside, it could've been a whole lot worse.
The Bronx Setlist, Beauty Bar, 7/11/07
My friends and I hung out for a little bit after the show but it was still pretty crowded so we decided to leave and hang out at the Ken Club. It sounded like a lot of people were gonna go there from the show, in reality only a handful did. Still, we had a good time there and it was a good way to wind down the night.
For blog fun, we thought we would demonstrate our rock faces to finalize the night.
and then, we called it a night.