The joyful noise of zeal and laughter rang through the huge brick halls of the Masquerade all night long, “Oh my God… do you remember?!” Amazing what a bunch of music party freaks can recall. The 688/Metroplex reunion show was a sweet, strong vibe of old friends meeting-up and catching-up. Smiles and hugs and kisses all around. I saw people smiling whom I’d never seen smile. Ever. Many had come in from out of town. Many looked exactly the same. Some I didn’t want to ever see again. But I did.
Sitting at the bar looking at a moving array of dozens of the same ‘ole faces from back in the day, it was as if the 20-plus years since 688 closed the door for the last time had simply never happened at all. And maybe we just caught the backend of our lives from 1986 and wrapped it back into this one. Strange indeed. Was all a little magical. Was all a little weird. Was all a little bittersweet.
Slide show is here.