The Roxy

It felt like a scene from "Fright Night" (the original), like a handsome and irresistible vampire would come strolling through the concert crowd to bite me. The lights were loud and bright, a large box stereo hung on the wall, and the floor was black so it felt as if I were dancing on a black hole. Dingy red curtains lifted and fell between bands, and my eyes kept wandering to the attractive bassist of "Life Down Here" as he and the rest of his band joined the crowd after their set. It wasn't my typical crowd, many a gay lover danced, kissed, and rocked out together, but I was content. It was just different is all. Some women looked uncannily like men and one guy wore a skirt. Some had mohawks and others had the cutest short hair ever. It was fun.
The three head-liners were made up of the "Lady Killer Tour" and were these extremely badass women who sang about relationships, sex, and being super badass all the time. By the time the band we had gone to see was on, it was 11 p.m. and the Roxy was alive. My feet felt as if they'd give out and I was nodding off to sleep despite the ear-splitting music. A disco ball threw leopard print shaped lights across the floor and faces of those hanging out around the stage (including all the bands who just hung out in the crowd). I bought a T-shirt with a half-eaten gingerbread man on it and then was on my way. We had to stop by L.A. Ink shop on the way home to see the place that made body art famous and stopped at two In-N-Outs, being turned away from both (they close at 1:30 a.m.) and settled for a kids grilled cheese at Jack In the Box. Satisfied. Though I barely knew any of the bands or songs playing at this concert, it did do one thing for me, it updated my bucket list. "Play at the Roxy" is now on my bucket list. That venue is so sick. Not to mention that it's in the heart of L.A., but the stage is great and I could see me and my brother up there playing quiet yet toe-tapping songs for the small crowd that would meander in. I got more out of last night than I thought I would! Time to go sleep off the 2a.m. bedtime.