By: Liz Ohanesian
Ten years ago, if I made a trip to the Smell, I would have made a detour or two to pick up friends. We would have searched for the last remaining parking spot near a street light, walked to the club huddled in a group and met up with a few other pals as we lit up cigarettes in the alley behind the venue. After the show, there would likely be a warehouse party to visit, and we would have to hit up some seedy all-night eatery before night's end. We wouldn't head home until at least 2 a.m., probably later depending on how much action we could find.
But that was when we were in our 20s, before the weddings and the kids and the demands of a steady day job.
On my last trip to the Smell, I went solo. My husband had plans with old friends. The one pal who I thought might want to go with me was otherwise occupied.
Maybe I should have called the night a bust and stayed home with Netflix, but ParallaxScroll, who was playing that night, had caught my ear thanks to someone much younger than I am, and checking out live music and club nights is part of my job. In various different capacities, this has been part of my job since I was 19, but a lot changes when you're nearing the end of your 30s.