it was an early show
in the six year lifespan of my Milwaukee band
i still wasn't sure if my songs were resonating
with anybody
just a three piece at that time
still searching for a bass player
we set up in the corner of The Pub
on the corner of Clarke and Weil
in Riverwest
opening for my keys player's band
we played a 45 minute set
to an audience mostly there
to see his
other
band
but
the house was packed
the energy was high
i was high
and i sang and yelled like my life
depended on it
Angie was the singer for the next act
she dug our set enough to later ask Paul
to invite me to join their group
after that night
but more than Angie
her boyfriend
Jon
he seemed to really get it
really care
about what i was doing
playing
singing
screaming
whatever
he bought me a beer
and offered me to join him in the restroom
for a bump
as we snorted a couple lines
off the top of the urinal
Jon told me
"Dude, I fucking love your songs!"
i could tell he meant it
and it felt so good to know
my morose rock dirges were landing
with someone
that all my lyrics about
alcohol addiction
drug abuse
and toxic relationships
weren't just falling on deaf ears
Jon could hear what i was saying
Jon got it
and about four years after that show
Jon died from a drug overdose
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