#2 in an ongoing series from Junk Drawer contributor RW about his experience working at The Beachland Tavern in Cleveland, OH. A jam band is playing in the ballroom. This means there are more blonde dreadlocks, hula hoops and Cat in the Hat hats than usual at the Beachland tonight.
I'm working the door, checking ID's, making sure people can find the bathrooms and the bar, though not in that order. I wish I was working the Tavern though.
Night Sweats is headlining there (We have two venues, the
intimate tavern and the ballroom). And I was hoping to get a look at Bobbypins debut performance. They are the
opener and consist of two regulars here at the club and one of our bartenders,
Lyndsey. Actually both bands have staff members in them. Jeff, a manager here
plays bass in Night Sweats.
No surprise really,
club workers in bands. Terry and Melanie (a bartender and a manager) are
thinking of forming a band simply because they are some of the few employees
who aren't already in one. Of course, they're visual artists, so they're pretty
darn close.
It's nice to see everyone supporting each other. Jeff
supporting Lyndsey by inviting her band to open for his, the kitchen crew
coming out after the kitchen closes to yell “Yes!!” at his band's every screaming
punk riff.
A music club can become a bit of a family for the people
working there – yes it's a fucked-up dysfunctional family, but what family
isn't? The advantage, here at the Beachland at least, is that most every family
member is connected by a love of music.
Night Sweats is singing a song called “Piss,” and everyone
here feels like they are just where they belong.
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