Remember The Liquid Cafe?

Well it is currently being revamped into something entirely new. The good news? You can own it! Yes, for a paltry $40,000-$50,000 dollars.There is a wonderful flier covering the front window that is the picture of cosmopolitan elegance and splendor, colored in various hues of white and soft oak. A hand is outsretched performing some kind of inane useless action. But it is a good hand. And below it reads something like “Now you can own that little coffee shop you've always wanted." and by god, you can also compete with the Starbucks across the street.

Yes, Yes, but what is the point? I have no ties to The Liquid Cafe, and know nothing of its origin.
The point is The Liquid Café functioned as one of the city’s last cultural hubs; it was a place that helped to ease the monotony while serving superior coffee as well.

Even now I see the occasional person walk by the now vacant retail space and gaze into the main shop window looking for solace, looking for a sign, anything. But nothing greets them back from the darkened interior save for their own vacant stare reflected back at them. And I guess to understand, you just had to be there.

Tinnitus in Motion- I.F.B. SKatepark 2004

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Help is always on the way

The general aim of this blog has no aim; save for digging into this town’s musical history and wrenching various stories, and anecdotes from the people who were there.

Along the way, there will be stories of triumph and failure, of love gone wrong between musicians who would much rather chew glass than have to listen to another second of their band mate’s insufferable nasal whine.

Some of the people who will be appearing in future posts in either the form of audio or picture, have left town never to be heard from ever again.

Although the past will play a big part in this blog, it will touch on other subjects. In fact, the main problem I am running into already is I hate the word scene. The word denotes a certain insider status, requiring the right credentials to walk and talk with the right people. And a scene like that eats its own.