It is about 5 o’clock on Saturday, April, 22nd, 2017, in the small town of Longview, Washington. As the clouds slowly begin to turn to a darker shade of gray, my father and I jump into his truck with excitement in our bones for the heavy sound waves that will be vibrating our bodies and the screams that will be piercing our ears. So we head down the gravel driveway on our way to Astoria, Oregon. My father and I are looking at about an hour and ten-minute drive from Longview to Astoria and on the way there we talk as father and son about music, family, and friends. All the good and all the not so good going on in life, which we all as humans have going on but tonight we are putting all the bad aside to go listen to some heavy music. We are headed to a show that my father and I been invited to by a band that I have been working with called Something With Teeth. We don’t know much about the show other than who is playing and an address that leads to Astoria, Oregon. The road to Astoria was a long but a good drive filled with trees, small farms and small towns lining our travel to the show. It wasn’t raining at the time but with the truck window down blaring a Yob CD, I could smell the fresh rain that had just passed not that long ago. As we went through a small town, I caught the scent of bark dust from a log yard we passed. That smell gives me an odd sense of home now that I have moved to Vancouver, Washington.
All of the people attending the show gather outside a broken down basement door drinking beer, smoking weed and telling stories with old friends. As the day grew later, the laughs got louder and the beer cases became smaller with the sound of heavy music from the band Proles seeped out the garage door. Eventually, Something With Teeth entered a room no bigger than a small bathroom at a truck stop which is filled with war-torn rugs and music posters covering the walls almost as an attempt at a DIY wallpaper. The amps are cranked and the speakers are buzzing with anticipation for the vocals to begin. The first long note of Something With Teeth is struck and the show begins. The bass is fuzzed out and woof’s throughout the night, the guitars screech and rip through the air and the vocals punch into the crowd commanding your body to bang your head along with the thundering beat of the drums. The room grew warmer from the number of bodies packed inside and friends gathered together taking pictures, clapping and just enjoying the music. This is what it is all about, in my opinion, a group of people, a small community, brought together by the love of heavy music. This type of scene brings people together and allows people of all ages to express themselves and to just have some fun! As a mentioned earlier in the article, I come from a small town myself and having shows like this always gave me something to do and made feel a part of something. I hope shows like this continue throughout time because I believe people need a place to go listen to music and just be free.
All Photo Rights Credited to Carrie Martin Parker (Something With Teeth Photographer)
Something With Teeth is Matthew Johnson, Jerry Wilkins, Monte Fuller, Stephen Brewer and Dusty Kirk.