Apropos of nothing, the above photograph. Taken adjacent to the very fine Idle Time bookshop on 18th Street. Just don't push that button and ask for The Transmigration of Timothy Archer by Philip K. Dick. Just don't.
So I picked up a City Paper on Friday and discovered, much to my joy and horror, that OM will be playing this Tuesday at the Rock & Roll Hotel, with Jack Rose and Grails... All told, it would be an evening of righteous heavy psychedelia and potent mind-music, and just what this Intangibloid needs, to blow out the pipes after a long string of deadlines at work; deadlines which continue through this week. And there's the rub.
The body is older than it used to be. The prospect of going to a "show" on a Tuesday night has almost become a moral dilemma. It never used to be a moral dilemma, back when the infinite energy of YOUTH could handle such a thing with ease: going to work the next day with a faded hand-stamp and ears ringing, after only three hours' sleep, but having BEEN THERE... Seems like it used to be much easier.
Complicating matters is the fact that the R&R Hotel is located in the swiftly "revitalizing" H Street Corridor in Northeast DC. Not the easiest place to get to, in terms of Metro or bus. I used to walk through that area during lunch-breaks when I worked near Union Station, and the stink of potential danger was there. But I understand much has changed in the past 3 years. Of course, with Columbia Heights and much of Ward 1 in the news lately for gang-related bad craziness, I'm suddenly not the one to judge other neighborhoods. So be it.
Anybody been to this venue? Are they uptight about folks bringing cameras in there? OM is not likely to breeze through town again for a long while, so I'm tempted to git down there and shoot these suckers while they're here. I'd report back with slobbery glee, no doubt.