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Maybe I hit the tail end of the Evansville Underground scene, but I clearly remember holding heads while girls puked in the potties at Stevenson Station, and skinheads pepperspraying little girls at Mesker, and Mama Zot playing at the amphitheater.

Cory and I left Evansville back in 2002 and found a new home in Poseyville. He continued to play music for several years, but I lost touch with many of my old friends. I became a Poseyville recluse, but I needed to get away from the drugs that had been holding me back for so many years.

Refreshed and ready to do my part to keep the underground alive, I started this site in the hopes I would meet up with some old friends, gain some new friends, and come together with like-minded folks who understand how important it is for us to keep our scene alive.

Years ago, a gig by a local band playing original music would have drawn a mass of kids. Today, most of the bands playing around the scene are performing cover songs and occasionally throw in an original. Is it really that we have lost that connection to our roots?

When we were too young to attend bars, we rented shelter houses.

And now, we patronize bars that don't support original bands.

Although an avid beer drinker, I could do with a night without beer if it meant supporting a band that plays original music.

I can pass on the mall and make my own clothes or shop at AbyssCo.

I can pass on Starbucks and get my coffee from Penny Lane.

I can pass on iTunes and buy my music from Joe. (who sold me the first cassette tape I ever bought)

I miss you guys. I miss sitting on the tops of cars and jamming out. I miss coming together every Friday night. I miss knowing that there is some place in there where I'm not expected to be anyone other than me.