They were playing with two other bands for a cover charge of two dollars only, so not only a good time but affordable as well. I had a fifteen dollar certificate for the specific bar we were going to so I laid it on them and got three rum and cokes for my troubles. I gave one to my compadre and I inhaled the two others and the party was officially started.
The first groups name was machine and they were actually pretty good. When doing the bar band circuit as a spectator you never know what your going to get unless you know the band already. All things considered I was pleasantly surprised by machine. The songs were rockin and the lead singers’ pipes were nice and limber. Since my brain refuses , unless repeatedly abused, to remember names of people I have no clue whose in the band called machine, but they was good. Then Ragg hit the stage. The guy and girl that basically are the driving force behind the band and its music greeted us warmly and so we hung out with them during machines stint. Then me and my buddy hung out and watched Ragg shred the stage from their little booth they had staked as their own.
Now the last time we, same buddy and I, saw Ragg they were in a different incarnation called Catharsis and they shredded. They had a girl singer, as they did in Ragg as well, and she looked like she was twelve. Both my buddy and I looked at each other and in unison asked the same question wondering if she was old enough to actually get into the bar or not. Then she opened her mouth and the demon she was hiding inside of her came out. It was a mind blowing experience to feel the music crashing over you as you witness a force of nature unleashed. It was a truly awesome show. And like all their shows, Ragg was not a disappointment in any way shape or form. The singer they had this night was not too impressive until she started to sing, and then like always (why I question them at all is truly beyond me) I was blown away. So blown away I actually bought 4 shirts, got TONS of stickers (which I have a tradition of sticking, if the band rocks, to the outside of my computer case and they are there of course. I’m installing it now!) and their EP type thing with a few songs on it. So, shirt for son, daughter, wifeykins, and I done I left to go to the car to drop off the shirts and things and to get a little more change in my head and then we were back into the mix. There was the 3 or 4 college kids rockin out in a 4 person mosh pit of their own designing and others huddled back from the lights of the stage in the darkness, nursing their respective alcohol libations. As the waves of sound began people would leave, but not as many as this small town should have leave, maybe they knew what was in store and were here to rock as well. There was never more then 30 to 40 people in the bar, counting the bands I might add, at one time which is sad judging the music that more people were not able to get into and onto it.
