the dolls @ cb’s, 3-28-06
I couldn’t get out of the house and so resigned myself to sitting at the bar or something, because there was no way I was getting there until after 6, and the show was at 8, and and and.
And as I walked down Bleecker St. from the 6, I couldn’t see a line. I just assumed it had gotten horrific and was blocking the doors to the mission upstairs and the gallery so they moved it down.
But no. It was well after 6 when I got there and THE LINE WASN’T EVEN PAST THE FRONT DOOR OF THE GALLERY. I know it’s a school night, but, c’mon.
So I ended up sitting on the stage, completely unprepared, feeling ridiculously, ashamedly under-dressed for the occasion, wishing I’d brought the good camera, but felt happy for my earplugs and my tiny little digital and CBGB and what’s left of the Dolls and Sami Yaffa singing along to “Private World” like he probably did when he was 15, and Debbie Harry in the audience, and what sure looked like Martin Rev in the mosh pit, and knowing some of the people around me for the better part of 10 or 20 years. I am lucky, jaded, infuriatingly spoiled, and blissfully grateful, simultaneously.
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