In 1989
A friend and I
Went to see
The Melvins
Play in Gainesville FL
At
The Hardback Café
The underground was alive
And
Well
That night
Breathing in
And
Sweating out artistic energy!
A moving motion of music
lovers
Mingled among
Moshers and Metalheads!
A strong sense of community
Was in the air
Waves of sound
Washed over us
I could feel the music
Alive
Inside my chest
As the band played
It felt like
My lungs
Had filled with
Notes and tones
From the guitar
From the pounding drums
From voices singing
Into microphones
All of it
Was rattling within my ribcage
Like a canary
Trapped by a grinning housecat
Pawing its cage
Back and forth
Back and forth
Or maybe
Hunter S. Thompson’s beloved
bird
Edward
Flapping around frantically
While Hunter banged
On the outside of his
Wired framed home!
Either way
The sound was shaking
My insides!
After the show
We made our way outside
Onto the brick street
In front of the bar
Leaning against
The Melvins
Tour Van
My friend and I made small
talk
Small talk was made between us
Within a few minutes
I started to notice
A Kiss Mural drawn on the side
Of
The van
Four painted faces
Of
Rock and roll royalty
I thought to myself
Whoever drew this
Understands
The art of the underground
Years latter
I read Kurt Cobain
Did the drawing
Yes
Kurt had a good grasp
On
The art of the underground
And
His art
Brought the mainstream
Rushing towards it!
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