Everyone deserves to spend their birthday doing something self-serving and personally gratifying. The other 364 days of the year are spent thinking about other people's wants and needs, and we only get one single day to focus completely on ourselves and what it is we want to do.
Last Tuesday was MY birthday, and I chose to spend it dancing to the indie pop of Jacksonville's Black Kids. [Pictured; all photos by James Zambon.]
Unfortunately, our Florida weather did not want to cooperate with my wishes and settled a sweltering, humid, wet-mop of a night upon Tampa, which makes dancing in a venue without air conditioning about as enjoyable as drinking dirty bath water. The heat didn't seem to stop people from piling into Crowbar for the show, and as sweaty as everyone was, from dancing all night.
This article appears in Jul 15-21, 2010.