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Punk Show @ The Chuck

“In baseball, you don’t know nothing.”

-Yogi Berra

Saturday night, April the 14th, my friend Matt and I went to a show at The Charleston on Callow Avenue in Bremerton.  The Chuck, a name given to the venue as both a term of endearment and further evidence that we have precious little time to communicate in this mixed-up crazy world, is a punk venue.  There are no two ways about it.  It is an all-ages club that serves alcohol; as such it requires a little more security than your average all-ages club.  The Chuck pulls this off without seeming too Draconian…nice work Chuck.  This was my first time enjoying a show at The Charleston, and I was surprised by how perfect a punk venue it is.  The room is small, and there is a bar from which you have a great view of the stage.  The club smells like a punk club should, a mixture of human waste and hobo sex which I found delightfully reminiscent of my years playing in similar clubs, save for Portland clubs which incorporated notes of crack smoke in the aroma…least ways that’s the way it was in the early nineties (90’s).  Matt had outgrown his love of this smell.

This night six (6) bands were there to shine…and shine some did, but alas it was a punk show.  Punk shows are wont to stuff ten (10) pounds of shit into six (6) pound bags.

The first band was a Belfair WA outfit name of “Fresh Paint”.  I’m not sure if this is meant to assure you that its color will become lighter as it dries (which is the opposite of what the band needed) or this band is as boring as watching fresh paint dry.  Actually, this band had a beautifully selected rhythm section who was plagued by a young front-man who lacked the angst his lyrics demanded, and an underwhelming persona at the guitar spot.  But, they were not horrible…and that is the best I can do…hopefully the same is not true for Fresh Paint.

Next up was a band called Savage Henrys.  A three (3) piece out of Richland WA, yeah that’s the east-side, they came out west to melt your ugly mugs right off of that sub-standard substrate you casually call a head.  These guys were built for speed, and they knew it.  When they fire-walled the throttle they didn’t give two congressional shits about whether or not you’d had the good sense to grab a safety rail.  With the movie Tron playing on the movie screen behind them, they played around five (5) songs.  It was the kind of experience that erased my cynicism about music for fifteen (15) blissful moments.  Then it was over, and I wanted more…and that was perfect.  Long live Savage Henrys.

A band called Burn, Burn, Burn had the unenviable task of following The Henrys.  They hail from Tacoma WA…Washington’s cradle of punk.  They are the type of punk band in which a diabetic would eventually die.  I say this for two reasons: (1) They are high-energy and (2) They are a five (5) piece (which in terms of punk lingo means broke).  I could imagine any of these guys going into a coma on stage should a blood-sugar issue rear its nasty head.  The band was good fun, the gang vox sounded great.  The lead vocalist had a fascination with the Cleveland Indians which my friend Matt thought was cool.  Then Matt told me that Brian Wilson of the San Francisco Giants was injured which I thought was not cool, as he is the most interesting thing about baseball—the sport of accountant despots.  I’d see them again…Burn, Burn, Burn that is.

During Burn’s set my friend Matt walked into the men’s room just in time to witness a long-haired straight-edger pissing into a urinal from the distance of seven (7) feet.  Matt began to laugh.  The kid inquired as to what Matt found humorous to which Matt answered you man, you.

After this, the line-up got a little confusing.  But it matters little.  The bands were not as good as the Henrys or Burn; the show had peaked in the middle.  After two (2) other bands played for what seemed like the north-side of forever, one more band made the stage; they had inexplicably been promoted to the headlining act.

Y.I.A is a four (4) piece band, who call Bremerton WA home.  The show was pretty good; it was everything you’d want in a punk show with bright spots from the drummer, and the lead vox.  The lead vocalist looked like a homeless man with questionable emotional stability.  This is an important element in a band that is “neither here nor there” musically.  It forces one to keep an eye on the disheveled lunatic with the microphone to such an extent that you tend to overlook the middle-of-the-road aesthetic the rest of the band oozes.  This aesthetic was not shared by the drummer.  He was more than capable of handling the responsibilities to which he was assigned.  All in all I’d see Y.I.A again, but I don’t think they should headline.

The show was great and I met some really cool people, I will return to The Chuck.  That is all.

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About pats0

Pats0 is a writer who is informed by a punk-rock ethos, and a hatred for group-think. He is the founding member of The Pirate-Clown Guild of Free-Thinkers, an aegis from under which he soils the internet with his thoughts. Welcome.

One response to “Punk Show @ The Chuck

  1. chad ⋅

    great read. I need to go to the place. it is all of 500 yds from my place of rest. Let me know next time you are lined up for a punk show at the chuck

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