“Life is strange and you do what ya gotta do just to survive
You got your hustle and you gotta know that baby I got mine”
– Low Cut Connie, “Private Lives”
Few things in this world get me as excited as when one of my favorite bands drops tour dates. Especially when I see something that is at The Cats Cradle in Carrboro. I have been trying to figure out how long I have been going to see shows there and I *think* that my first show was likely Cowboy Mouth back in the late 90s. So, I am going to say that I have been visiting this institution for at least 25 years.
Low Cut Connie is a band that I got into over Covid. I stumbled across the streams that Adam would do (shoutout to my silver patron saint of music Jesse Malin for putting me onto LCC) and they became must watch weekly programming to break up the monotony of the daily grind. After live music became a thing again they were one of the first bands that I travelled to see.
Back when this most recent tour got announced, my life was a lot less heavy. My dog had not been diagnosed with terminal cancer yet. The world wasn’t burning like it is now.
Due to the dog being sick, I had to attend this show alone. This is not a huge deal as I used to go to shows by myself all the time. The thing that I have always loved about live music in small cap rooms is 9/10 times you are never really alone. The energy exchange between the crowd and band is the thing that got me addicted to live music a million years ago and it is why I will support loud music in small to medium sized rooms until the day that I die. Some people go to church for this feeling – I go see live music.
Danny (bless him) practically pushed me out the door telling me, “You really need this right now.” And man, was he right. This night was a shot in the arm of serotonin and positive vibes that I am going to try and carry forward with me in the next weeks/months as I am likely going to be needing it.
Long live loud music in small rooms.