One reason I'm glad I live in Birmingham
Alternate Title: 'Where else can you see Taylor Hicks and Snoop Dogg on the same stage at the same time?'
This past weekend was Birmingham's annual music event, City Stages, when the streets of downtown close and the city hosts 125+ music acts. I have many fond memories from City Stages past, from when we drank illicit beer as juniors in high school to when the event fell on a freakishly cold May weekend shortly after my sister's wedding in 2002. There's a photo from that year of Miriam, Quinn, and myself bundled up in fleece jackets, shortly before we went to see OutKast. Last year I wrote about seeing Def Leppard (sp?) and the one-armed drummer with my friend Mike Mahon.
No matter the line-up, I always tend to have a good time and enjoy bands that I wouldn't necessarily go see were they playing an individual show. My dad says that City Stages tends to catch musical acts on their way up or down the charts, and that assessment is fairly well-founded. In years past, headliners such as the Charlie Daniels Band, Lynard Skynard, Kanye West, and the Killers have made their way to the Tragic City. The 2006 acts ranged from the Beach Boys to Snoop Dogg, with everything in between.
This year was Bob's first time to go to City Stages, and it was great to share this part of Birmingham with him. Upon our arrival, I guaranteed that he would get to see some of the best white trash that Alabama has to offer. The evening didn't disappoint. The current 'long shirt' trend among today's youngsters coupled with the omnipresent short shorts gave the impression that some individuals (mostly skinny girls in their late teens and early twenties, but a few brave souls outside of that demographic) believe that City Stages is a 'pants optional' event. We overheard a medley of accents that offer the same listening pleasure as a buzz saw, observed the serious City Stages attendees who come prepared with fanny packs (who needs the pesky shoulder strap of a purse to get in the way?) and collapsible chairs, and were also privy to the 'sports bra as top' fashion statement. Mullets abounded and the 'best all around' award went to one magnificent man who was wearing a tank top with St. Andrew's cross prominently displayed, an American flag 'do rag', AND cut-off jorts! I nearly wept to behold such an thing.
We wandered around the streets between the seven or so tall buildings in Birmingham's central business district, and I asked Bob if he were even a little impressed by it all. 'When you see all of this, doesn't it make you feel like maybe we live in a REAL city?' I asked. And the sentiment behind that question sums up, in fact, what I love most about City Stages weekend. Despite the terrible outfits, despite the crowds, it's a weekend when the people of Birmingham come out in full force, to listen to music, drink beer and eat funnel cake, and generally spend time together. Birmingham has a none-too-glorious past and a present identity crisis, but on Father's Day weekend every June, the residents of Birmingham have something to be proud of.
This past weekend was Birmingham's annual music event, City Stages, when the streets of downtown close and the city hosts 125+ music acts. I have many fond memories from City Stages past, from when we drank illicit beer as juniors in high school to when the event fell on a freakishly cold May weekend shortly after my sister's wedding in 2002. There's a photo from that year of Miriam, Quinn, and myself bundled up in fleece jackets, shortly before we went to see OutKast. Last year I wrote about seeing Def Leppard (sp?) and the one-armed drummer with my friend Mike Mahon.
No matter the line-up, I always tend to have a good time and enjoy bands that I wouldn't necessarily go see were they playing an individual show. My dad says that City Stages tends to catch musical acts on their way up or down the charts, and that assessment is fairly well-founded. In years past, headliners such as the Charlie Daniels Band, Lynard Skynard, Kanye West, and the Killers have made their way to the Tragic City. The 2006 acts ranged from the Beach Boys to Snoop Dogg, with everything in between.
This year was Bob's first time to go to City Stages, and it was great to share this part of Birmingham with him. Upon our arrival, I guaranteed that he would get to see some of the best white trash that Alabama has to offer. The evening didn't disappoint. The current 'long shirt' trend among today's youngsters coupled with the omnipresent short shorts gave the impression that some individuals (mostly skinny girls in their late teens and early twenties, but a few brave souls outside of that demographic) believe that City Stages is a 'pants optional' event. We overheard a medley of accents that offer the same listening pleasure as a buzz saw, observed the serious City Stages attendees who come prepared with fanny packs (who needs the pesky shoulder strap of a purse to get in the way?) and collapsible chairs, and were also privy to the 'sports bra as top' fashion statement. Mullets abounded and the 'best all around' award went to one magnificent man who was wearing a tank top with St. Andrew's cross prominently displayed, an American flag 'do rag', AND cut-off jorts! I nearly wept to behold such an thing.
We wandered around the streets between the seven or so tall buildings in Birmingham's central business district, and I asked Bob if he were even a little impressed by it all. 'When you see all of this, doesn't it make you feel like maybe we live in a REAL city?' I asked. And the sentiment behind that question sums up, in fact, what I love most about City Stages weekend. Despite the terrible outfits, despite the crowds, it's a weekend when the people of Birmingham come out in full force, to listen to music, drink beer and eat funnel cake, and generally spend time together. Birmingham has a none-too-glorious past and a present identity crisis, but on Father's Day weekend every June, the residents of Birmingham have something to be proud of.
