|The (Street)view of the space soon to be occupied by RBC once again.|
If I close my eyes tight enough, I can almost still picture it, even though it's almost been a decade. I am fifteen years old and feeling very close to heat stroke, so I lean against the wall. Even that feels labored, because I'm standing on such a sharp incline. I'm on the load-in ramp off the side stage at Red Blood Club, where the boys liked to put all of us younger girls for safe keeping, out of the mosh pit's way. The bassist for Will To Live is about five feet to the right of me, and I'd be hearing most of their set through his monitor if my ears weren't ringing. I have seen them before, so I squeeze my way to the front patio entrance where the free water jug sits like an oasis. It's cold and icy, but offers little relief in the dead hundred degree heat of Dallas summertime. I can still see the long wrought iron aisle that funneled into the patio from the front entrance. I can still see streets rubbled with half finished construction, but no equipment or bulldozers, any sign it would ever be completed, The buildings all looked run down and deserted. Everyone was running from the neighborhood before they got cut off at the knees. The punks were among the last hold outs.
Six years ago, Dallas lost its haven for punk, metal, and hardcore shows at 2617 Commerce Street. This spring, it reopens in the same location (which was formerly occupied by Tucker Blues after Red Blood Club shut it's doors). Here are five things you need to know.More »