the memories have taken on sepia tones like the nearly ten year old newspapers that make up the most vivid recollection i have of the place. it was 93 and 94 and my god i was young then, for my age. i think i may have thought i was fat, but i wasn’t. i think i spent most of my angst and energy stressing on making chris love me, against his will. this might explain how i managed to remain unaware and/or disconnected from much of the goings on at the insomniac coffehouse.
it began when our roommate jay told us about this coffeehouse, and we went. i had my first cappuccino there — my first cup of coffee costing in excess of two bucks. mmm. addiction.
and so it came to pass that the original owners, ben and judy, took on chris as a partner in the business. and chris is a born boss – has the attitude. has the confidence in his own opinions necessary to inspire others to follow his lead. let’s not speculate on whether or not that self-confidence was, at the time, misplaced, ok? thanks.
the insomniac’s first incarnation was in a place called the city bakery, but by the time we found it it was in an industrial-type storefront at 255 south laurel street. it was a big, open space, cluttered here and there with not-quite thrift store quality furniture. coffee was sold on a ‘donation’ basis in hopes of getting around the health laws, since we needed floor sinks or some shit. it worked, after a fashion, for awhile.
there were poetry nights, open mic nights, acoustic music nights, political babble nights, lots of hippie-oriented stuff. well, that’s what ben and judy had in mind, chris just isn’t your hippie type, and he wanted to find ways that the business could make enough money to pay him a salary. so we started having amplified music and door charges.
the thing that brought all this back to mind so vividly is, of course, the arrival of all this pinching judy music in my life. this story will be continued, but for now i will leave you with the mp3/lyric combo of the day, a catchy tune that represents the first time in my life i ever found myself bouncing down a hallway singing a song that wasn’t absorbed out of mainstream popular music.
without further adieu i present, taking you out:
taking you out
i guess i’ll answer for whatever’s led you on
you never said that you were staying here for long
i want to break this place despite the planted seed
and for once what i want might be
just the thing i need
i’m taking you out of my mind
it’s in the letter that i love you with my soul
but now i think those games are just weapons for control
i don’t want to play
no matter what you say
it was getting boring anyway
it’s bleeding teeth to brain
i don’t know how i feel
i’ll take a drink to get the needle
off the steel
and by the way you gave away
what i should be
unless it’s painted on my face
and i can’t see … it might be
i’m taking you out of my mind …
download the mp3 here.