Exercise

The Damned Things posing while trying not to.

I’ve seen some live music in my day. I’ve sneaked out of the house as a teenager to pile in a car on the way to Minneapolis with a case of beer. Growing up in Sioux Falls in the 90′s, it was a short list of artists who made their way in.

Living in Kansas City, it comes down to which band you want to see, and not just going out of necessity for some sort of live experience. It is a double-edged sword for yours truly, as you can see, I’m old and married. I have a mortgage, school and work obligations. Not to mention I reside in a town in the area which is the least conducive to driving downtown, where most shows take place.

In the rare instance I do venture out, it is for someone or group of someones I have an interest in seeing or already knew about. Tomorrow night, I’ll play the exception.

The Damned Things is a group I had no idea existed until a friend of mine told our group of friends about them. All I knew is there are two guys from Anthrax. In fact, the only guy you probably recognize if you aren’t 20 or younger (you’ll understand in a minute) is Scott Ian. The rest of the band is made up of two guys from the band Every Time I Die (not a huge fan) and the drummer and guitarist from (fuck) Fall Out Boy.