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Rubber Gloves

He has a show tomorrow night. Ft. Worth.

Can’t recall the last time I went to one. Maybe when the live album was recorded? That was December of 2019.

I’m pretty sure I’m a myth to most of that crowd. Someone who possibly exists.

I’m fine with it. Whatever we have in these four walls is enough for me.

The venues are all different now, even the ones that are still open. They played Rubber Gloves a few months back. I remember when Rubber Gloves first opened. I think it was something like fall of ‘98 or ‘99. We went to see Pedro the Lion and Jets to Brazil. It was before they had their liquor license - BYOB, just a stage, mismatched gas station coolers at the back, no A/C. M & W + Greg. We ran into that guy Jason I graduated with. I remember that night so clearly.

Now Rubber Gloves is glossy and polished. Not the same.

I feel like so much of me exists in the past.

9:17 a.m. - 2023-06-02

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