The Tow Yard represents to me the point at which… well, the cascade of knowing people began. I was introduced to this event because of a connection that I will refer to as “Jon”. I know Jon because I met him on my very first foray into the Indianapolis music scene. He and his fiancee Hollie were at the first open mic that I went to in Irvington and, because Jon is one of those people who just automatically endears himself to people, connected with me. He is, as I’ve said, the nexus of Indianapolis music. At any rate, to summarize, Jon introduced me to Steve…
Steve does a very impassioned open mic at Tow Yard brewing each Thursday. He inherited it from someone else and frankly… well, frankly I’m disappointed in the city at how poorly it is supported. Why in the heck aren’t we supporting local artists just getting out and doing their thing? It’s an abomination. There’s so much of it on Thursday alone that I can’t possibly cover it all and yet we’re all sitting at home watching TV. Grrrr. I mean come ON! How much more sincerity do you want?
He’s laughing outside… but inside… he’s crying because you don’t support the local arts. Just saying.
So believe it or not, it’s not just a bunch of white dudes. We have some level of diversity. This particular not-white-dude was hilarious. Why didn’t you come out to see him?
As a photographer, I … well, honestly… I don’t hear much. You could be screeching at the top of your lungs about … well, anything, and I would’t give two shits. But visually…. well, this duo rocked it.
OK, so moving on from that particular amazingness… there is more amazingness.
Remind me again why you aren’t going out and hitting the Indy scene and supporting all the awesome this that’s going on….?
So seriously…. why are you sitting at home watching NetFlix? I’ll admit that I spent a LOT of time not understanding what Indy has to offer but now… now you can’t possibly be in any doubt about what an amazingly rich and diverse universe awaits you. I expect to see YOU out and about the next time I hit the streets. And just to be clear, the next time I hit the streets will be tomorrow. So get out there or be forever branded lame and unhip. Indy is where it’s at… but where are you?