I turned 22 on the 15th of this month and my world has been crazy since. Although, on the 18th I got to see Jeffrey Lewis and Los Bots at Mahall’s. I’ve been following Jeffrey’s music for over a year now. It all started with ”Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song” and I’ve been in love since the first listen. I found out the band was coming to Cleveland about two moths prior to the show. Jeffrey was looking for people to promote his show and have a place to sleep. I agreed to help with both.
I met Jeffrey and Los Bolts at the merch table early in the night. Everyone was kind. I had a horrible date with me but I bought a shirt and he bought a poster. We left to put our merch in my car and as we were walking back to the venue he decided to stop and grab food at a small Mexican restaurant spot on Madison. I didn’t want anything to eat, he got me a Fat Head’s Head Hunter IPA.
My date was still horrible. Only time I was able to have an enjoyable conversation with him was when we picked at the topic of the future. He head goals, I appreciate people with goals. Sadly, that’s a lost cause in a lot of people I encounter with. Although, his goals were deeply money based and I could only agree with it to a small degree, in my opinion.
He mapped out his life to make other people happy.
A part of me really wanted to have him listen to ”Ghost of Corporate Future” by Regina Spektor.
Money chasing men aren’t for me.
Have I mentioned how mad I get when I try on a button up shirt? Makes me feel like I need to make money.
It was about 9:40 pm and I was told the band was taking the stage at 10 pm. I forgot to mention, our waitress wasn’t the best. At all. I helped him kill his beer and we left the restaurant fast before we got ”the look” of a 10% tip.
Only time I SINCERELY laughed with him.
We walked back to the venue and he asked a girl standing outside for a cigarette. She kindly gave him one and the guy she was with stirred up a conversation with my guy. Her and I, biggest Jeffrey Lewis fans of the night. I was mind blown. And to add, we both live in the same city. How did I meet this obsessed Jeffrey Lewis fan that lives in walking distance from me in Lakewood?
It’s about 9:50 pm at this point and we go to the bar. She gets me a beer.
10:13 pm – ish and Jeffrey is on.
I lost my mind when ”Support Tours” played.
His set at Mahall’s was the greatest folk-acoustic dream I never knew I had.
Jeffrey announced that the set was coming to an end and I searched the small crowd with my lightly tipsy eyes for the cigarette-sharing friend I met. I find her far right of the stage and told her I wanted to start an encore and she was more than willing to help. Jeffrey’s last song was a hilarious tribute to Trump.
My new friend and I asked for for another song and she specifically asked for ”Cult Boyfriend”. That is such a good song, good choice on her part.
My date and I left the venue. He got 6-beers drunk. The drive home was equally bland and annoying.
Jeffrey Lewis and Los Bolts were spending the night at my house.
They found my place after midnight. We talked over New Belgium Fat Tire beer in my kitchen. We decided not to finish the pack because they had to travel to Michigan City the next day for another show. They were in Buffalo prior to Lakewood.
We all gathered in my living room once we woke in the morning. We talked about rock and roll books and road trips.
This is my life. Supporting the kind. And keep writing, more than I did yesterday.
What is a good story when it is supported by money?