Waited a half hour to be let into the venue, and another half hour to use the bathroom. The crowd there did not look like the type that would humor somebody taking pictures for their blog. I also didn’t want to embarrass my friends, who seemed to know a lot of the people. I did get a picture of the bathroom (above).
Punk rock, or No Bunny, or some combination of the two has an ardent following. It was interesting to see that this genre of music that I care nothing about attracts such a large number of people to the shows that the band had to switch venues at the last minute to accommodate the crowd. No Bunny wore a black leather thong, a wig, and a mask onstage and not much else. (I was not appropriately dressed for this event.) He was backed up by The Yolks. They were headlining and didn’t start playing until around 12:30. At the start of the set, someone threw a can onstage and hit one of the The Yolks’ guitarists in the head. He was knocked down and did the rest of the show with a nasty goose egg on his forehead. Someone tried to pickpocket me and I had to give her the evil eye (and the “menacing face”). Pushed and pulled in the crowd, we all danced like crazy and left with beer spattered all over our clothes and hair. It was sweet catharsis following a long day.
After the show, I spotted No Bunny leaving the venue — a guy in a thong holding a guitar in the frigid night, walking around Logan Square.
I don’t particularly care for punk rock music, live or otherwise, but the show was a fun and worthwhile novelty.
