…they existed in their own value systems. They were perfect because of all those short-lived flames that burst onto the stage & never even got to make a record! Some of the greatest nights of peoples’ lives were lived alongside bands whose names they can’t remember!
If we truly can’t save them, grassroots venues and clubs ought at least to be remembered for what they were: vibrant balls of energy where people threw themselves into the unknown night after night, finding new ways to say Hooray; new ways to articulate longing & joy and rage & laughter & passion & sex & disastrous emotion & wisdom & intellectual curiosity & experimentation & all the impossible to express spaces inbetween those things.