Allow me to let you into the inside of an indie rock
scene. Let me give you some real “inside
access”. This is an issue at the top of many small
time touring rock band discussions right now. It’s
a shocker… I have received word that
Nashville stalwart live music club The 5spot stunned regulars by going “smoke
free” without warning last week. In what
can only be referred to as a “shocking turn of events”, local Nashville rummies
like ex-Daredevil guitar player Bob Lanphier will be forced to shuffle outside
to smoke. While this is the normal
course of action for almost every club in the United States, Nashville has
stubbornly hung on to the idea that each venue makes their own decision regarding
smoking policy. The worm has apparently
turned for Bob and his musician scenester friends at the 5Spot. I couldn’t be more pleased for my own selfish
reasons, but let’s take a look at the fallout, shall we?
I always find it a shock to the system when I walk into some
backwards ass place where you can still smoke inside. While recently in St Louis I discovered that not only
is smoking permitted, it must be encouraged.
I didn’t know. I only packed a
couple t-shirts and underwear for the weekend.
Who thinks about multiple pairs of pants for a weekender? My jeans after the first night smelled like
Keith Richards on the Rolling Stones 1982 American Tour, dirty and spent. My
stomach did a flip flop when I had to put them back on Saturday morning. I think we can all agree this is an
unfortunate side effect of being in a small bar while people chain smoke
Marlboro Lights and drink plastic cups of Bud Light. It’s grim.
The smokers are all worked up in Nashville though. It is sort of like the Five Stages of Death. Today in Music City they are definitely in
Stage One: Denial and Isolation. I heard
lots of talk today about people not going out and staying home to “mull it over”. What exactly they are “mulling over” I don’t
know. There are two options really. They will have to stand out in front of the
door creating a “cloud of death” for entering patrons or enjoy the bleak back
parking lot which may be dressed up as some sort of Smoker’s Paradise with a
picnic table and/or potted plant. Many
of these guys are total creatures of habit in East Nashville. They spend a shocking amount of time standing
in a ten foot radius, talking to the same core group of friends while they all
smoke heavily. The idea that this ritual
will be slightly changed has definitely unhinged many of them. While it is only walking seven steps out the
front door, the risk that they will lose their bar stool as well as interrupt
the flow of their regular night has been quite a blow to absorb.
I think Stage 2 is Anger.
That will probably happen this weekend.
There will be lots of shit talk about how “I’m not going there any more
man! I’m going to be spending a lot more
time at (insert name of bar that will still let them smoke here). Those guys are going to lose a lot of
business! Almost everyone I know is
saying the same thing!”.
The one thing we know is that smokers have never been good
at organizing a counteroffensive. As a
group they are beaten. There is really
no logical ground to stand on to allow smoking in a closed public place. I also think in the back of their minds they
know two things.
1) The bar will
continue on unabated. While maybe some
people will spend less time in the bar itself buying drinks, that will be far
outweighed by the vast majority of people that don’t want to smell like Chris
Robinson of the Black Crowe’s fringed Indian leather jacket at the end of the
night. The 5Spot will continue and they'll be fine.
2) They will still
go to the 5Spot because that is where their friends hang out. As far more people are non-smokers, or at
least smokers that aren’t hardcore enough as to need 17 cigarettes in a two
hour visit to the establishment, they will adjust to having to stand outside smoking
and give other entering patrons the evil eye as they walk in. When
Ohio went non-smoking all the media sources speculated about how it was going
to “kill the bar business”. It didn’t. People went outside to smoke even if it was
sleeting sideways. Life continued. The smokers had lost.
Stage 3 is Bargaining.
I would imagine Bob and his group of regulars will try to find some sort
of basement or side room where they can smoke.
Some kind of secret clubhouse. Maybe
they’ll see if they can make the bar “smoking” on a specific day. They will find themselves settling for
something that only a week ago would have been unthinkable. The worm has turned so fast on this thing,
that even now they are still two stages away from being able to formulate some
sort of Hail Mary pass for a special area.
It will be an act of pure desperation, one that will make them
uncomfortable even thinking about.
Stages 4 and 5 are Depression and Acceptance. There will be lots of staring into drinks
over at the Three Crow Bar across the street, mumbling about “the good old days”
when a guy could fire back a pack of smokes while ignoring the band over by the
soundboard. Eventually though, there
they will be… shivering in the cold in the front of 5Spot with a hand jammed in
their pockets, trying to finish a cigarette and get back inside where their
faithful stool by the soundboard will be waiting for them, the band laboring on
somewhere in the distance.
God speed my smoking Nashville friends. It’s been a hell of a week for you. I’ll be there next week with my boots on the
ground. By the way, I’m only packing one
pair of jeans this time… Is the HiWatt smoke free too?
Frankly, your rant both surprises and offends me sir. I don't feel the least bit bad about your 'smelly dungarees' and care not a whit for your smug opinions on how my friends and I choose to conduct ourselves. Sniveling fitness magazine cover boy wannabes like yourselves would perhaps be best served sticking to things you know about: ridiculously over priced foreign sports cars, GQ inspired men's wear, body waxing, and those restaurants where they serve tiny portions of unrecognizable food for lip smacking corporate drones who are just like you in every aspect. If you come to Nashville, I'll stub my cigarette out in your eye, then go home and sleep like a baby. Your comfort is not my concern.
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ReplyDeleteI would respond to your comments more fully, but am busy getting a manicure and having my expensive designer jeans pressed by a tailor named Mr. Alex. Get outside in the rain and enjoy your cigarette but stay away from the door lest your smoke ruin the taste of our dacquiris!
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