The Death Of Orangeman
There is this local band that sometimes plays at one of my favorite pubs called Orangeman. Not a band that would probably go anywhere, but they do play good music. Mainly they play cover songs, but they do them in a way that is uniquely their own, and they are incredibly fun to watch. Their version of Walking on Sunshine is just amazing.
My friends and I were just going for a pint at the pub the first time we heard them, and ever since then we have been fans. Some of us got in the habit of wearing an orange shirt when they come in to play. In all honesty, when they play the pub it is always a packed house. Some of my most enjoyable times have been those nights at the pub, hanging out with my friends, listening to great music. But that has changed.
Like I said before, they have all faded away. Most of my friends are gone, they have their new friends and I am not welcomed in their new group. Occasionaly we will see each other, but that is rarer and rarer these days.
For some reason, it seams that Orangeman has decided to stop playing. Last night was there "Goodbye" gig at the pub. I had phoned up the old gang and asked them if they wanted to go and see this last show. Everyone of them said no. We all saw them the last time they played, but now for this final show, they all refused. In my mind the end of this band is representitive of the end of my time with the gang. It's all over.
I went to the pub anyways, and sat through one set at the bar. Once again it was a great show. Before I left, I ordered a pint, payed for it, and left it at the bar untouched. It was my way of saying goodbye, to the band, to the pub (I don't know if I will ever go back), and to the good times I had there.
On they way home I began to wonder. Maybe the death of my friendships is partly my fault. Maybe they have all changed, and I didn't. Maybe I am just an old relic, useless now because I refused to change who I am, becauseI no longer conform. Maybe I was never a good friend to begin with. These questions will haunt me for a long time to come, as I try to figure out what has happened. I guess it is fitting, the death of Orangeman is the death of an era for me. It is probebly time to move on.
My friends and I were just going for a pint at the pub the first time we heard them, and ever since then we have been fans. Some of us got in the habit of wearing an orange shirt when they come in to play. In all honesty, when they play the pub it is always a packed house. Some of my most enjoyable times have been those nights at the pub, hanging out with my friends, listening to great music. But that has changed.
Like I said before, they have all faded away. Most of my friends are gone, they have their new friends and I am not welcomed in their new group. Occasionaly we will see each other, but that is rarer and rarer these days.
For some reason, it seams that Orangeman has decided to stop playing. Last night was there "Goodbye" gig at the pub. I had phoned up the old gang and asked them if they wanted to go and see this last show. Everyone of them said no. We all saw them the last time they played, but now for this final show, they all refused. In my mind the end of this band is representitive of the end of my time with the gang. It's all over.
I went to the pub anyways, and sat through one set at the bar. Once again it was a great show. Before I left, I ordered a pint, payed for it, and left it at the bar untouched. It was my way of saying goodbye, to the band, to the pub (I don't know if I will ever go back), and to the good times I had there.
On they way home I began to wonder. Maybe the death of my friendships is partly my fault. Maybe they have all changed, and I didn't. Maybe I am just an old relic, useless now because I refused to change who I am, becauseI no longer conform. Maybe I was never a good friend to begin with. These questions will haunt me for a long time to come, as I try to figure out what has happened. I guess it is fitting, the death of Orangeman is the death of an era for me. It is probebly time to move on.
posted by The Cube at 8:36 AM
1 Comments:
I know, the times we had I will never forget. I just thought that they would go on forever. I guess nothing does.
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