Working in the Internet Outpost I got to make a trip over to the Hard Rock Cafe on Jalan Pantai Kuta, the beach road. The event was a pre-Valentine’s Day concert by Black Heart, a local punk band. Jason was inside and I agreed to meet after finishing some work at I/O. There was a line outside of about 60 people and it took about 20 minutes to get in. They were scanning everyone with a metal detector. The price of admission was 50,000rp ($5.60 ) but I got my lemon squash for free.
Once inside I was offered a free pack of cigarettes at the desk (another perk in Indonesia, I guess). I refused 3 times before they stopped offering.
The scene inside was a local trendy / Asian tourist thing, with plenty of black clothing, face make up and cool hairdos. Before the show there was a male / female fashion show that was correographed by Getri, the lady who originally invited me to the Balinese festival.
I met up with Jason and we chatted with a friend of his who is the best surfer in Bali apparently. Jason was eager to point out his choice of the models, they all looked good to me.
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Once the band started I lost track of Jason and so moved closer to the stage to get a better look at the 3 guys playing on stage. They had a western drummer who rocked, a local lead guitarist / singer and another local guy on bass. All could play their instruments and the crowd was clearly pumped, plenty of slam dancing going on at the front.
I grabbed another lemon juice, still couldn’t see Jason but concentrated on the music. I like a bit of punk but after an hour or so of “my girlfreind is pregnant, my girlfriend is pregnant” hollered out of tune, it gets a bit old. Maybe it’s me that’s getting a bit old. Probably. I was wondering how the locals relate to this punk /trendy scene. They are basically living in a third world country trying to scrape a living then carrying on like westerners at night.
The inside of the Hard Rock has a fair amount of room and it’s cool that they have live music. I tip my hat to anywhere that promotes live music. The cigarette smoke was getting to me and I text messaged Jason who I still hadn’t seen all show. I got no response so walked along to the Circle K on Pantai to ride home.
I found out today that Jason was thrown out during the third song while slam dancing.