Many years ago, I played bass in a band called The AmeriCar Underworld. Of all of the shit we pulled (we were once banned from the Ritz, Brass Mug and Stone Lounge simultaneously), one story seems to keep floating around. To this day, if I meet someone who remembers me from the ACU, I still hear "Oh, didn't your band get in a fight with The Afghan Whigs?". Maybe we did, maybe we didn't...
I've been in Cincinnati, OH (home of the defunct Whigs) on vacation for over a week and I've seen John Curley (former bassist for the Whigs) lurking around the neighborhood and at a few shows. On Saturday, I headed down to the MidPoint Music Fest to catch Wussy's set and there he was again. I approached him after the band played, in hopes of making peace after 14 years. I had noticed him eyeing me during the show; and sure enough, he said I looked familiar. Then without warning, before I could atone for past sins and transgressions, I was in a headlock getting the shit beat out of me.
When forced to choose between the truth or the legend, always go with the legend.
Once I'm back in Tampa on Tuesday, I'll share the truth behind the legend, some insights into why Cincinnati of all places has a flourishing music scene and reviews of two amazing 'Nati bands, Wussy and Why?, that I saw play while up here.