When I see this stub, I think not about the concert itself but about spending the night with a man I didn’t know very well in a cheap hotel next to an adult book store off the freeway. Wait, it’s not what it sounds like.
1993 was a good year for The Breeders. They released their Last Splash album in August and had their first (er, only) radio hit with “Cannonball.” Because I was living in Columbus and The Breeders were from nearby Dayton, I’d had a couple chances to see them before this show and counted myself as a fan.
I went to this concert with a guy who was a friend of a friend. We went on to become good friends, but this was the first time we went on an excursion without our mutual friend, who couldn’t make it for some reason.
The concert was a typical Breeders show from that era. A little sloppy, a little uneven, but ultimately endearing. We had fun.
On the way back to Columbus after the show, I pulled off the freeway near Jeffersonville to get gas. Then my car wouldn’t start back up. It was after midnight, too late to be trying to get service, so we used the gas station’s pay phone to try to find a friend to come get us. The guy I was with called his roommate, but she was too drunk to come get us. Then he called our mutual friend, but he was asleep like most people would be after midnight on a Monday.
We pushed the car to a spot where we could leave it overnight, and walked to a hotel. I somehow didn’t notice until we were in the dingy hotel lobby that it was right next to a giant adult book store. So there we were, two men booking a cheap room next to an adult book store in the middle of the night on a Monday. Sigh.