DC9, you know that I love you.
Well, love may be too strong of a word, but we can say that my affections for you run high. With your cozy proportions, reliably excellent bookings, and grainy CCTV screens, you’re just a fantastic little venue. I’d go to one of your shows anytime!
But DC9, you hurt me sometimes. Like the last two of your shows I attended. When you ended William Elliott Whitmore and the Appleseed Cast’s sets prematurely to make way for Liberation Dance Party and (seriously) the Ladytron after-party, that cut me deep. I understand that you’ve got to make money by booking as many ticketable events as possible, but that doesn’t take away the sting. Couldn’t Ladytron’s after-party be pushed back to after-11:30. Those crazy dance kids stay up all night anyway!
What I’m trying to say, DC9, is that you need to start paying more attention to my needs. This can’t just be a one-way relationship. Sometimes I just want to see the headlining band play their normal full set without having to worry about some Kanye-shaded electro-kids barging in and setting up shop (with FREE GIVEAWAYS from Onitsuka Tiger™!)
DC9, you know I’ll be back. And I’m sure I’ll enjoy myself too. But if these premature set endings continue, I just might have to start the search for another small rock venue at 9th and U.
I’ve been saying that was THE most bittersweet night of my life. How long have I been waiting to see Appleseed Cast? Long. Really bloddy long. And to allocate barely an hour to a band with six records is really freaking cruel. Ah, well. At least we got to hear some of their best songs, including their bestest song and their second bestest song.