Last night I played a show in Joplin MO after a string of lucrative, familiar and excessive shows in various awesome venues. But on Tuesday March 27 we were playing Joplin Missouri’s underground. A city that still bore deep scars from an F5 tornado hit last year.
I had warned the crew that I was not sure what to expect because contact with the promoter was spotty and I didn’t really know what kind of underground venue it was. Maybe a basement in a house or a living room. A lot of questions followed and I said “I really don’t know. I booked this because I wanted adventure and surprise, because the promoter caught my attention and why not. Its a Tuesday & we have no where else to go.”
I was actually nervous.
I don’t know why. I have played 1000s of shows. Once upon a time ago basement shows peppered our trail of endless days,weeks and months. But that was before our APOX storm of change and loss and some of these Apox crew were new. So I was nervous as we drove down Main Street past the atomic blast F5 area of foundations and damaged structures (We were mostly silent… Paying our respects to the 100+ who lost lives in the F5 storm) and then we drove into the surviving part of the city towards The Cesspool Castle.
Upon arriving @ our destination I saw a half dozen punks and Joplin kids sitting on the edge of a stone wall about 5 feet high. A wall that was also a foot or more thick and connected to a very large stone 3 story house ( bldg?) that just simply stood out from all the rest of the houses in the area. It looked like a castle, like a stone fortress that could take on an F5.
The crowd was as curious about us as we were about them and after me & some of APOX engaged them with smiles & light conversation they pointed us the way to the dungeon. It was a large dungeon, two maybe 3 times bigger than some venues we have performed in. It was wall to wall covered in DIY soundproofing & graffiti posters and the stage was framed thick with Christmas lights. A full PA and a band were already onstage preparing to play as it was a little past 6 and it was an early stage. Someone told us where the bathrooms were ” up them long stairs and in the kitchen. Don’t let out the cats & kittens, and there is food on the stove and cake in the fridge. ( It was delicious)
To make a long story short. The first bands were fun and quite good. The crowd grew a little by the time we played and they all entered the dungeon to see what we were all about. I shook off my nerves and we did what we do thinking they would leave after a few minutes, realizing we were not the music they really get into.
I was wrong.
What followed next was appreciation and when we finished our set they all walked up to us and wanted conversation, to talk to us about Joplin bands and music. They showered us with love and energy. They bought enough merchandise to more than pay for our daily expenses. Thank you thank you they repeated as the tears welled up in me. Just as they are welling up again now while I’m typing. “No, thank you, we said”
They hugged us and they asked us to return. Some of them wanted to maybe some day join our little revolution circus.
It was only 10:00 pm when we walked towards our vans to drive away to meet friends in another city, when a chorus of wolf cries from the steps and walls of this underground fortress began to sing to us. Mercury & Kat turned around and returned the wolf cries followed by the rest of APOX. The streets echoed with the sound of young and old & in-between howling at the moon like a tribe of misfits who know another storm is coming and recognize kindred. We need each other to survive.
Then it happened.
One tear finally burst free, and as it ran down my cheek, I let out one last wolf cry.
This is why I still fight for this. This is why APOX is still here.
For Dorothy…for Joplin…

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