With Lauren and Luke in Santa Fe, tonight I ventured out for dinner and the Thunder game at the Pump, an old gas station with an overly tattooed and pierced crowd. It was a cool place and, oddly, not the only former service station that has made an impression with me.
At 18th and Boston in Tulsa is Mercury Lounge, where the only two shows I ever attended were intimate and memorable. One was Chris Knight. The other was the Drams, a one-off side project of Brent Best of Slobberbone. Toward the end of the show, the mic went out. Undeterred, Brent jumped off the tiny stage and belted out the last song at the top of his lungs, amidst the chaos of the loud guitars. I talked with Brent afterwards and he was on fire — sweaty and drunk and amped up. “That,” he said about the last song, “was fucking awesome.”