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CONCERT SCRAPBOOK Houston, Texas, Jan. 23, 1996 |
I, too, attended the 7M3 show at Numbers on January 23rd.
I'm a tall guy, 6'2" with blonde hair, and I was wearing a
dark red flannel plaid shirt, I was with a guy with brown hair and glasses.
I probably didn't see you because you stayed inside after the show; I
asked lots of people coming out of the show for a hanger or slim jim for
my car... :)
We got into the club about 8:30, bought T-shirts, and just hung
out. The opening band Lustre came out around 9:00. They were decent,
not bad for an opening band. We waited anxiously until about 10:20 when
7M3 took the stage. I also was on the right
side near Pollock, though just to the right of the "pit" if you could
call it that. They opened with "Water's Edge" and the music
completely overwhelmed me. Then they really kicked into high gear with
"My, My" and everybody went berserk. The band worked through all of
their tracks from American Standard and a few new ones, and the third to
last song was "Cumbersome." The best way to describe the action of the
crowd was that it erupted, everybody went ballistic. As soon as the show
was over, we had to take off, we both had stuff to do early the next
day. It was around 11:25, and our target time to get home was 12, so
with a little speeding we would make it.
We went back
to the club to find some cops, but they "couldn't help us, they didn't
have any tools." Well, we couldn't call a wrecker as we had no number to
call, and $10 between us. We finally went into a resturaunt, and some
gay waiter got us a hanger. I tried working on the lock, couldn't get
it. Remember that bum, yep, we recruited him, he was this cool black guy
named Jeff, and he agreed to come help us. Well, when we got to my car,
across the small lot at some apartments, a black guy and this black girl
in a wheelchair were screaming obscenities at each other. It's not the
best neighborhood. Well, Jeff went to work on the car, and my friend and
I sat there freezing in the cold and wondering if we were going to
witness a beating or worse, as he was threatning to hit the woman. To
make matters worse, the guy's friend came around the corner drinking a
forty and yelling how drunk he was. Thank God the cops showed up around
this time. Jeff gave up, we thanked him, and he left. After the cops
finished with the couple, they called us a wrecker and we begged the
driver to do the job for $10, and he agreed. We finally got home around
1am.