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The Rock Den

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The Rock Den

I enter the dimly lit room, ribbons of smoke waft towards the ceiling.
Finding a nice quiet corner table I slide into it.
Swirling my neat bourbon, I watch as the swirling ice noisily clunks the edge of my glass.
 I then quickly bring it up to my mouth for a sip
I look through the hazy surrounds and spy a sprinkling of people, not many which brings a frown to my unshaven face.
A touch of disappointment as I have heard so much about this rock den and even more about tonight’s band. 
I hear murmurs of conversation but nothing loud enough to decipher. A woman’s laugh turns my head in the direction of the bar. Too dim to really make anybody out so I turn my gaze to the small stage area. I make out a drum kit and guitars leaning against speakers. Not much else.
I look soulfully into my glass and think of my day.

A spotlight comes on; the band is now assembling on stage.
The drummer starts with a rhythmic tap of the hi hat, soft and brassy. 
The rest of the band crowds around each other as instruments are slung over shoulders. The deep strum of bass is next keeping time with the steady drumming.
The bass player steps forward, looking down at the gathering of people through his dark glasses. Fingers working the strings.
The rhythm guitarist follows forming the melody of the tune. The trio blending beautifully before the lead guitarist starts his riffs.
Then the lead guitarist steps up to the microphone, his gruff voice carries around the room.
Beads of sweat form across his forehead as the stage lights bite, as he sings to the swelling crowd. 
I look around and smile, this is more like what the band deserves.

The guitarist swings away from the microphone taking the lead break. His face contorts with concentration. Fingers forming along frets as the other hand picks quickly at the metal strings.
The drummer moving in quick time with the solo guitarist, drumsticks a blur. 
You barely notice the bass and rhythm holding tune in the background.

The crowd moves and sways in time with the music. A trio of young girls looking barely eighteen dance around the front of the stage. Drinks being held out front of many without a sip being taken, all in awe of the performance.
My head nodding in time along with the rest.
The lead guitarist builds his performance, fingers pushing at strings as he uses the guitars tremolo.
The drummer swings along the pieces of his drum kit rapidly, smashing and crashing all in time.
The band cascading into a crescendo. The solo seems to last an eternity as the crowd is totally enthralled by this musical feast.

I sit caught up in the brilliance; I needed to see firsthand what everybody has been talking about.
A band that deserves to be beyond the small walls surrounding them now.  I reach for my wallet and pull out a business card pushing it into my top pocket.
When the performance ends we will shake hands and chat over a drink about bigger stages and a louder future. For now I sit back and enjoy the show.


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  1. Date: 11/3/2013 4:33:00 AM

    you set the scene well in this piece...I felt as though I was there watching and listening with you....mighty fine write :)

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 11/3/2013 5:39:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you Sandra
  1. Date: 10/23/2013 4:36:00 PM

    Awesome, I enjoyed reading this!

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/23/2013 6:40:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Becca for stopping by =)
  1. Date: 10/22/2013 12:30:00 AM

    Well u rock as a poet here with yor awesome epic narrative dat kept me hookd to d end, wow! U came too early to d show but it swelld up n u wrote a swell one on it.. All d world's a stage n we d actors,quote. wil. Shkspear.

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/23/2013 6:39:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you for stopping by =)
  1. Date: 10/21/2013 10:39:00 AM

    Well Thomas, it was a nice show... Quite enjoyable:-) very captivating, I live within the audience.... roaring it UP! such performance ((in the poem)) deserves an ovation... clap clap.. stomp stomp... you are like a song of singing the perfect colors for the eyes to read.... . thank you ..LINDA

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/23/2013 6:41:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    always happy when you stop by Linda =)
  1. Date: 10/20/2013 12:54:00 AM

    wonderful , you are still writing as beautiful as ever !

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/20/2013 3:52:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you for dropping by and the wonderful comment *blushes* =)
  1. Date: 10/19/2013 11:29:00 PM

    Methinks you are a talent agent in this well crafted description of the rock Den!! COOL.

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/20/2013 3:51:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    lol A manager which is similar. When my brother and I were teens I could play guitar. He wanted to start a band with his mates and me. I said no, but I was happy to manage them and write their lyrics, they just needed to add the music. I had no interest in being on stage or performing.....still don't. Alas as teen dreams go it never happened. =)
  1. Date: 10/19/2013 9:38:00 PM

    You don't need those eighteen year old girls Thomas, you've got us, but this is great! Love Bev

    Crespo Avatar Beverly Crespo Date: 10/19/2013 11:06:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Not yet.
    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/19/2013 10:08:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    you mean you're not 18? =P
  1. Date: 10/19/2013 5:50:00 PM

    Thomas, this is such an amazing poem. I thought too that you were a musician but I read your response to Miss Wattle that you weren't. You scare yourself in the shower. lol That made me chuckle. Thanks for stopping by to comment on my poem Them. I'm trying to keep up the Halloween feel. Hugs, Gail

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/19/2013 7:01:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    lol, my brother plays guitar and I have watched him many times since his teenage years. =) (He can also play, Banjo, Ukulele and piano) I have never been interested in playing an instrument..... I would like to spare the world the horrors of such as well)
  1. Date: 10/19/2013 2:04:00 PM

    A masterpiece! Excellent. Disappointed I couldn't rate it more than a 7, Thomas. Next best I could do was add it as a fav :). I can't help but ask: Are you also a musician, perchance?

    Wattle Avatar Miss Wattle Date: 10/19/2013 7:41:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Your response to Gail now explains your understanding of the terminology :). No prob re your singing, I was hoping I could sing and you could strum - although not necessarily in the shower :) . Thanks again for visiting my page, Thomas, always a pleasure to see you.
    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/19/2013 5:12:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    no =( I can't even sing...... I scare myself in the shower. =P
  1. Date: 10/18/2013 10:31:00 PM

    A very descriptive write Thomas, music can be such amazing therapy, Glad you have discovered such talent, enjoyed xxx

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/19/2013 6:58:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    It can be, thank you for stopping by MR =)
  1. Date: 10/18/2013 3:29:00 AM

    A lovely, vivid read.. I enjoyed it, and yes Jazz would have perfected the evening!!

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/18/2013 6:06:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Yes indeed, but then I would've needed to add horns and a slower tempo. It would've gone on for at least another page. Maybe in a reprise. =)
  1. Date: 10/18/2013 2:44:00 AM

    - Thomas .... 100% back to the soup family .... - A poem / story that rock!! - Thank you for the experience - enjoyable reading material. - Have a nice day - The sun shines , beautiful autumn colors .... but cold in Norway. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/18/2013 6:09:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Takk AL =) it is wonderful warm spring here =)
  1. Date: 10/17/2013 11:44:00 PM

    Hi Thom This is creative and unique. A brilliant write. You pull the reader in with the imagery and story line They are enchanted till the very end. But we need to make it all country music. LOL Nice job my friend

    Simunsen Avatar Thomas Simunsen Date: 10/17/2013 11:56:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    sorry I don't listen to those 2 types of music - Country or Western! =P I would actually prefer if it was Jazz =)
  1. Date: 10/17/2013 5:09:00 PM

    This sounds like a place I would want to hang out in. I love to listen to many varieties of music. Your work is so vivid, it feels like I am right in the scene when I am reading! Is this for the "Groove It" contest? If so, I wish you the best of luck!...Thank you for the comments on my poem, "Electricity". I am so glad that you got it! :)