So I went to the Joseph Arthur concert last night and still have the black bee stamp on my right hand to prove it. Joseph Arthur seems to operate on some other plane of existence, like he’s vibrating between dimensions. At first I thought he might be stoned, but later on he complained that he hated when he read that on blogs since he’s been sober for a full two and a half weeks. (Well, you got to start somewhere.) He said he has ADD and he did remind me of that annoying kid Justin in my fourth grade class who would crawl on top of and under the furniture and run around in circles. Mostly I just wanted to stuff blackboard chalk down Justin’s throat, but if he could have rocked out like Joseph Arthur I probably wouldn’t have scratched out his photo in the yearbook. Joseph Arthur was pretty awesome and probably one of the most talented musicians I’ve seen live, right up there with Ben Folds.
The bar was indeed smoky and dark as most bars are. I think if I were a musician my health would go to shit. You have to constantly play in toxic environments, full of smoke and alcohol. You’re always on the road so maintaining a regular eating schedule of healthy foods must be difficult. And your exercise outside of jumping around onstage must be sporadic as well.
Not to mention the hearing damage you must sustain. I forgot to bring my ear plugs, but it was so loud that I decided to embrace my dorkiness and just stick my fingers in my ears for most of the show. They’re nature’s ear plugs, don’t you know? I hope the band wasn’t insulted, if they could even see me through the haze. I didn’t have any ringing in my ears at the end of the night, so I was quite glad I’d protected my eardrums. No one had tried to pick me up by the time he took the stage anyway, so I figured any loss of “cool points” was irrelevant at that point.
I did wear my pretty black lacy dress over some jeans and felt very well-dressed. There were a lot of fat people, which is unsurprising for a Midwest bar. In particular there was one girl who must have been about 5’2″ and 320 pounds who was wearing a green crocheted tank-top who I really admired for her bravery. I would never have worn a tank top when I was her size, but she looked bitchin’ and I have to hand it to her for rocking it out. Go, fat girl!