knobye

Like the name says–except a little bit less…

Urban Blight

On West Broadway, an old building is about to be demolished. Originally it housed the Missoula City Water Works, or something like that. Covered in ivy and spray paint, the windows broken out, this building will be replaced by a Safeway or St. Patricks. Or perhaps it escaped its death sentence and I haven’t heard about it yet. Regardless, the sheds by it have been taken down. Even the parking lot across the street has vomited great chunks of asphalt.

I originally had a dream to buy that building. I would turn the offices into dorm rooms, and the large garage into a gallary/concert hall. Downstairs would be rented practice spaces. We’d have a communal kitchen, communal bathrooms, communal everything really. Anything to keep rent cheap and make it easier for the progressive art community to thrive in this gentrified city.

A lot of metal/progressive musicians in this town harbor dreams of some sort of concert venue. Some all ages place where the owner actually makes their money from the crowd and not the band. None of this band having to pay for security or sound or alcohol deposits. Just a place where the people can come and rock out without fear of retribution. I’ve only been to a few such clubs in my life.

It’s not that I mind progress that much. I love watching new construction. I adore skyscrapers and am thrilled with the tall buildings going up over town. When a city becomes dense enough, the added cost of driving can encourage more people to use public transportation. I personally live close enough to work to walk, but I would enjoy being able to take a bus when and where I want. Unfortunately, our buses don’t really run the times that I need them the most (i.e. at night and on the weekends).

I do mind progress when it happens to me. Recently our apartment building was sold. We were corralled into a new lease before notified that we will suffer construction all winter. They’re not really fixing anything, just added that colored metal siding to make the building look good. What slumlord would buy a building just to make it look more better on the outside? You would want a return on your investment, not just a continuation of the status quo.

My building, I realized, is being converted into condos. The whole city is being converted into condos. And in this rush to make money, these scum suckers are buying up most of Missoula and converting our apartments into condos. Why would anybody rent when they can buy? I’ll tell you why: because right now, buying costs way more than renting. Yes, I realize that’s the reason you’re converting my apartment into a condo, but I hope to Invisible Deity that this town explodes with condos and then suffers such a horrible slump that all these assholes lose their money. Not only lose their money, but lose their homes, cars, and all else and are forced to find a place to live in this overpriced market.

A city needs some kind of Urban Blight, or at least some section of town where the refuse can live. The North and West side are all but gentrified now. East Missoula has had a building boom. Even the Roosevelt area is getting fancy new housing. What’s the point of increasing the value of this property if it forces out the bottom tier from the city? And honestly where are we going to go? Further and further outside of the city, where the cost of gas will defray any savings in rent.

So, my generation is the one pushing to live closer to the city center. My reasons include being able to walk to work. Originally, it included the cheaper rent, but not so much anymore.

One of the workers, when asked by my wife, admitted that our apartments are being made into condos. This was after they cut down all the trees. I don’t know if I want to demand to be let out of the lease, to call fraud so that I can look for another place to live (some place where Lambros is not my slumlord), but I don’t think that I want to. I honestly just want to set up house someplace that I can call my own. Eventually it will be someplace where I can sound proof a room and have band practice. But that day is a long way off.

November 15, 2007 Posted by knobye | Metal, Missoula, Montana, Music, Myself, The Scene, Wages | | No Comments Yet

Re-Animated

We played our first show in several months last Friday. It went very much better than I thought it would. The set flowed as smooth as shit on glass. Almost too smoothly in fact. Mike had little time to actually talk to the crowd. We were so pumped that we needed little recoupe time. Jesus it was fun. Erasmus jumped in to the pit and got his eye bashed in. You can see the results on our myspace page. I forgot to wrap my knuckle and ended up shredding the skin off my finger. That said, I think I’m actually getting pretty good at rocking out and still playing a coherent guitar line.

My Randall cab pulled through beautifully. Though, I wish that I had a better head.

Why is it in Montana all these people feel compelled to be poor rockers? I mean, I work full time now and I bust my balls every day at my job. I try to spend as little of my money as possible so I can buy better gear. Hmmm… It’s no worries. It’s just that I’ve know lots of musicians who pride themselves on working dead end jobs for little or no money and then playing the cheapest gear they can find and congratulating themselves on “living the life.” Me? I like to “live the life” too, since I eat, breathe, sleep, and copulate music. I look at Musician’s Friend more than I look at porn. My wife even encouraged me to buy some porn to break my guitar gear addiction.

Anyway, back to the show. The crowd rocked out. We rocked out. There was much rocking. Shawn and Greg wore their gas masks. The effect was premo! We’ll get some pics posted later this week (hopefully) and maybe even a video.

November 5, 2007 Posted by knobye | Gear, Metal, Music, Myself, Walking Corpse Syndrome | | No Comments Yet