To paraphrase one Mr. Matthew McConaughey: The best thing about Blowout is I keep getting older and it stays the same age...yes it does..."
There were many wonders to behold as I dove into the deep water of the real live in-Hamtramck chairs-and-milkcrates-in-reserved-spots-and-all Blowout on this seemingly schedule-agnostic Thursday. But before I pass out, er, rest, I gotta throw credit over the generational fence to SikSik Nation, who closed out the night at Kelly's Bar on Holbrook. See, not only did the bass-guitar-drums trio seamlessly and joyfully and aggressively and artfully bang together Nuggets/Back from the Grave-era with prime cuts Killing Joke (good call from Hamtown's own Steve Stupor) '80s atmosphere, but they also got the bartender to step out from her worrying and managing post and shake her ass and a tambourine thrown her way during the latter half of their floor-level set. To watch the same lady who gives you the stink-eye when you get cute with your order get down to SikSik's eye-level jamraveuppery amongst the art-school cuties and close personal friends of the band at 1 a.m. whilst locals and new fans look on and smile is truly one of the magic joys of Blowout.
I say "hot damn." More after sleep about Odu Afrobeat Orchestra, Millions of Brazilians, Champions of Breakfast, Ethos, Atlas and risky parking practices. Promise.
Drive safe out there, monkeys.