They're outside...smoking cigarettes.
I decided last night that this scenario might be feasibly sutured into a refreshing interview format.
A potentially gritty, and maybe incoherently fogged plume of raw retrospection, between sets, or post-show...from a musician at a moment of relaxation.
So here we are...
It's the one-year anniversary of Michigan's Smoking Ban (in bars and restaurants). Read an article from the Detroit Free Press, particularly on the varying levels of committed/legitimate enforcement, from county to county. Here's another piece getting reactions from attendees of bars and restaurants, for-and-against. MLive also highlights how state officials are divided on the matter -
Anyhow... It's interesting to consider my perspective: I don't frequent bars or restaurants in the same way that those quoted in the stories above do, nor am I a "regular" attendee for the business owners also quoted^... It's usually just from the musical/band perspective. It's hard to tell if a venue is "packed" or well attended for certain shows, when the crowd is fluctuating in and out every 11-17 minutes, for the next cigarette.
Back, during the dagger chill of the winter nights and the lingering bite of early-early-spring...I got easily exasperated trying to 'hang out' or 'chat' or 'catch up' with the nicotine-needies, not that I don't love em or I don't wanna talk to em... Argh, I just didn't wanna take the cold if I wasn't getting the same nefariously relaxing chemical stimulating my own neurotransmitters...
But now it's mid-spring. Hell, it's almost late spring! No more jackets. No more bitter breezes.
Now that I'll be more-comfortably-loitering out there, perhaps somewhat awkwardly, considering I won't be holding a cigarette...
Maybe we can chat a bit... Maybe about music... Maybe about the world... Maybe about local government, about education, the environment.
Or about cigarettes.
Those things'll kill ya
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