Let me start by saying that I love love love, live music. I fucking love it. The press of the crowd. The adrenaline rush of throwing crowd surfers at the security guards (yeah I'm a big guy). And of course the music. When a band is good live I will buy their albums and I will go to see them again.
The Translator and I have traveled 7 hours to see concerts before and I'm sure we'll do it again.
So every year, my favorite band, Flogging Molly, does a tour called the Green 17 Tour. They always end it on St. Paddy's day and the shows are always amazing. We've seen them like 5 or 6 times now and we have every intention of going again this February/March.
I guess it was 2 years ago, we saw the show in New Orleans at the House of Blues.
Side note: I think the House of Blues in New Orleans, LA is my favorite venue. It's pretty small and so even super loud shows can still be really intimate and you get to be really close to the band. All in all I've always had a great time at HoB.
Anyway...we get to shows super early. Like hours early, so that we can get right on that guard rail to see the band. You see...the Translator is approximately 5 foot nothing, so it's important for us to get a good spot so that she can have a chance to see the show at all.
As part of the show, Flogging Molly will kind of do the whole "How many Irishmen do we have in the audience tonight?" In my mind I know that in their mind everyone is "Irish" at one of their shows, but with my logical brain I didn't join in the cheering. Technically speaking I am of a mostly German heritage. So the lead singer, David King, notices that I'm not cheering. And he says to me:
"If you're not Irish I don't know what the fuck you are. Maybe some kind of Bear Monk or something? And that can't be all bad!"
The crowd cheered and honestly...I kind of loved the idea anyway.
After all, I looked like this:
Don't we look super fuckin' happy?
So the following year, last February actually, we went to see Flogging Molly in Houston (we've recently moved to Texas), and low and behold there were a couple of guys I recognized and by God they remembered me too. And of course they remembered me as the "Bear Monk" and told me how they'd told stories about me in the intervening time.
|Me, David King, and my buddy Casey|
Not long after that, I decided to start this blog and that just seemed like the name to go by.
QOTD: How'd you come up with your blog handle? Anyone else into live music?