I just received an email that two members of 3 Doors Down and a bunch of MuzikMafia folks are playing the Cannery tomorrow night for a benefit for the homeless. That's totally awesome! And yet, all I can think about when I hear the words 3 Doors Down is "If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?" sung in that gentle, arghy-rock vocal, and the night I heard it on repeat over and over and over and over and over and over with a bunch of coked-out weirdos a few blocks from the Gold Rush. I don't even know what that line means. Someone's calling him Superman already, and he clearly has some psychotic tendencies, but his main concern is maintaining that superhero cred in spite of it all? K.
Anyway, the year was 2000. Or maybe it was 2001. But it was back when the Gold Rush was still a shady, scary place some nights. The kind of place where the waitress might call you a cunt, and the bouncer might just swing a chain around his head to scare off some rednecks starting a fight.* There were unexpectedly literary dudes in trench coats, career drunks, the misshapen, unloved and ostracized. And a bunch of leftover metal people still looking for a good time. It was an almost Fellini-esque cast of absurd people, and it wasn't unusual to see an enormous cockroach hanging from the light fixture directly above your nachos, or to find a bag of coke in the girl's bathroom, accidentally dropped in one of the stalls. It's since been sanitized enough, and sadly, it's hard to find people who remember the Gold Rush at its late-career nastiness.
But long story short, one night I ended up with some of these freaks/regulars** at an apartment up from the Rush. They whipped out an ant-farm sized hill of the dirty, hit play on the CD, and the aforementioned "Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down blared out. Over and over and over and over. What still strikes me as odd is the overwhelming lack of any objection to this atrocity from anyone in the room. As such, that song is forever burned in my brain as the track that made certain drugs instantaneously very unappealing. So allow me to ask the question: What's the most annoying song or band you've been forced to listen to while hanging out with dregs in a party way?
**Yes, guilty by association.