Cherry Bomb's Last Stand

I'm leaving town.

After nearly 4 years of living and loving in Brooklyn, I'm trekking back down South to take a job that is perfect for me. I couldn't have asked for a more bittersweet situation.

Brooklyn has always been an amalgam of the best and worst of me. That's why I love it so much; I'm not just admiring its qualities, I empathize with its rough-around-the-edges glamour and attempts to stay below the radar. I feel comfortable among the grit and stray chicken bones of a not-wholly-gentrified-yet neighborhood, bridge columns standing in for the trunks of trees in the urban forest of my midnight walks. I know how to take my shell of a warehouse self and renovate and redecorate until people are raving about the original detailing of the façade. Me and Brooklyn, we are of the same mind. Constant works-in-progress with plenty of dark alleys to sneak into when you don’t feel like being found.

Going back to my home region is bittersweet. I’ll finally be able to have all the things I was so homesick for, all the people that I missed, but it feels like walking over trodden ground. I have lived that life already, and now it is up to me to reinvent myself completely in the same space. And that prospect is almost more terrifying than starting from scratch, because I’ve got to trust the people around me to allow the metamorphosis to happen…to let me be someone other than who they knew.

Along with the good comes the bad. This isn’t a time that I am interested in being unemployed any longer than I have been. And New York City is a hard place to stake your claim. I’ve been carving out my little niche here for four years now, and I’ve been really lucky to work with and know and love some amazing and talented people. And those bonds are something that the Mason-Dixon line can’t take away no how.

So now, let’s freakin’ celebrate this shit.

The wonderful people over at Monday Night Burlesque, Doc Wasabassco and the lovely ladies, have agree to host Cherry Bomb’s Last Stand. I’ll be opening and closing out the hour, so getcher ass out to come holler for me one more time. And then maybe buy me a drink and make out with me in the corner or something…just sayin’.

8-9pm is happy hour drinks and the show starts at 9, because I know some of you have to work in the morning. So don’t be late…