I, too, attended the 7M3 show at Numbers on January 23rd.
I'm a tall guy, 6'2" with blonde hair, and I was wearing a
dark red flannel plaid shirt, I was with a guy with brown hair and glasses.
I probably didn't see you because you stayed inside after the show; I
asked lots of people coming out of the show for a hanger or slim jim for
my car... :)
The doors to the club opened at 8pm, so my friend Bryan and I, who live about 40 mins
from the club, left around 6:45 so we could do some quick shopping as
well. I am in Clear Lake, on the south-east side of town, and I was driving.
We got near the club around 7:30, and I stopped at
my favorite record store, Soundwaves, where I picked up a fabulous +Live+
bootleg. We got to the club right around eight o'clock, and all of the
good free parking was taken, so we parked about three blocks away next to
some apartments. We stood in line at the club for about fifteen minutes,
then decided where I parked was a good place to get towed. Just as we
got out of line and began to walk back, it started POURING with the wind
blowing directly in our faces as we sprinted back to the car. Well, we
found some paid parking which I hadn't seen, and gladly would have paid
for even before the rain. In the rush to get back to the club, I left
something very important in the car, more on that later.
We got into the club about 8:30, bought T-shirts, and just hung
out. The opening band Lustre came out around 9:00. They were decent,
not bad for an opening band. We waited anxiously until about 10:20 when
7M3 took the stage. I also was on the right
side near Pollock, though just to the right of the "pit" if you could
call it that. They opened with "Water's Edge" and the music
completely overwhelmed me. Then they really kicked into high gear with
"My, My" and everybody went berserk. The band worked through all of
their tracks from American Standard and a few new ones, and the third to
last song was "Cumbersome." The best way to describe the action of the
crowd was that it erupted, everybody went ballistic. As soon as the show
was over, we had to take off, we both had stuff to do early the next
day. It was around 11:25, and our target time to get home was 12, so
with a little speeding we would make it.
We came out of the show feeling great, and my friend gave this cool
bum a dollar. As we were walking the two blocks to my car, I felt in my
pocket, no keys. Oops. We checked my car, and sure enough, they were in
the ignition. We spent about fifteen minutes asking others in the small
lot and those coming out of the show for a hanger or slim jim, nobody
could help us, though we got lots of sympathetic remarks.
We went back
to the club to find some cops, but they "couldn't help us, they didn't
have any tools." Well, we couldn't call a wrecker as we had no number to
call, and $10 between us. We finally went into a resturaunt, and some
gay waiter got us a hanger. I tried working on the lock, couldn't get
it. Remember that bum, yep, we recruited him, he was this cool black guy
named Jeff, and he agreed to come help us. Well, when we got to my car,
across the small lot at some apartments, a black guy and this black girl
in a wheelchair were screaming obscenities at each other. It's not the
best neighborhood. Well, Jeff went to work on the car, and my friend and
I sat there freezing in the cold and wondering if we were going to
witness a beating or worse, as he was threatning to hit the woman. To
make matters worse, the guy's friend came around the corner drinking a
forty and yelling how drunk he was. Thank God the cops showed up around
this time. Jeff gave up, we thanked him, and he left. After the cops
finished with the couple, they called us a wrecker and we begged the
driver to do the job for $10, and he agreed. We finally got home around
1am.
What a night, but well worth it for the show. You didn't get a recording
of the show, did you?