round two:

the first show i attended that i remember the bands that played, because i obtained and still have the flier, was for a band called copper at a vfw in solvay, ny. they played with iceburn. 

i didn't like copper that day. now i love them. i often yearn for a time machine to take me back to shows when i was too naive to pay attention or too concerned with people to focus on the music. or just to be a fly on the wall. so many people were there that i now count among my friends. my future ex-boyfriend sold me his zine. my friend's brother booked the show...i think? copper was from buffalo so i'm assuming my buddy mark was there too. 

anyway, my memory is fuzzy. this was pre-sxe me. i do remember obsessing over what shirt to wear. not that i was a girly girl. at all. it was some pseudo-riot grrrl! shirt. (before i realized i didn't hate guys, i just owned a couple L7 tapes. big difference.) it's ironic that a girl going into a male-dominated subculture would be alternately hyper-obsessed with appearance and completely indifferent to appearance. in some pictures i look like i didn't own a mirror, in others not so bad. 

i wish i had a picture from that day. but pictures, for me, color whatever day in a certain light. if it is a day i remember vividly i can see past the smiles or poses and remember what was actually going on, happy or sad, good or bad. if i can't remember the day it is just a comedy of hairstyle and clothing errors! usually.

copper was a chick band. melodic hardcore with girl vocals. as was ashes. upstate ny fave and dc fave. i'm glad i never really saw either of them. my love is based on what's committed to disc. 

the copper/texas is the reason love connection always intrigued me. "your place is still at the heart of my everything" versus "your place is at the heart of my everything". big words. do the feelings ever live up to the words? or more importantly, do the feelings ever sustain that intensity? 

-mjm