by Roxy Reno
January 2009
It was one of those humid June evenings where it would be just as easy to go naked as to put anything on, I did the next best thing. Wife beater, no bra, wafer thin cotton Capri’s, commando as the boys like to say, and flats. My roommate Cupcake was severely strapped in, I don’t know what the hell she was thinking. On the advice of Big and Polish we are taking in a band called The Black Diamond Heavies, cool name huh? I had very little prior knowledge of the Heavies, the aforementioned large one turned me on to their debut disc “Every Damn Time” on Alive Records and I was down. I like keyboards and gravelly vocals so it wasn’t a stretch for me but I wasn’t expecting anything spectacular.
And that’s how it started in the lair of the trashy trio at 222 on the Sirloin strip, the conversation is easy, cocktails are cold, the leaf is sweet and we are in a…yeah, this should be ok, different anyway, kind of mood. We have invited a couple of friends to meet us at the show who live in Green Bay, which is where we are headed, downtown. Say what you will about downtown Titletown, it’s easy to park. We do, right across from the venue and saunter in fashionably late. Two opening acts were cute young local boys. Caught two songs from the first band, whole set of the second. Sorry guys, don’t remember names. Didn’t hate either of them, I will say this about both, they had balls, it wasn’t shit. Bass player for the second band with no socks was ooolala and I see the drummer for the first band walking in downtown Appleton on occasion. I think his name is Amos or something like that anyway, well worth supporting. It was cool that the members of the opening acts hung out, it was stupid that the 15 or so friends who came out to support them left, maybe they just couldn’t handle the filth
