In The Venue is probably my favorite place on earth.
With its next to breathe-taking line-up, that it wields every year, it never ceases to impress.
Though, the one thing I have to get across is its sentimentality; I scoff at the people who argue on its lack of being the Maverik Center or Energy Solutions---as if every band has the following to fill those places?
I thank god for small venues and the opportunities they produce.
Especially the run-down ones.
That being said;
In The Venue better fulfills the stereotypical-underground appeal than any other venue in Salt-Lake;
I smile at the exposed pillars in the hall, the lack of a full ceiling, Â the lamp-lit merch stands, and the decrepit walls. I laugh at the stage that gives to the weight of the performers equipment while we joke about the couches in the back giving us diseases.
All of this tied with the grungiest bands' opportunities to entertain, and play, and have fun, and be heard and loved, makes we wanna cry through every show there.
And, furthermore, it kills it in all the right places; the change in floor level definitively separates those who wanna rock-out and those who wanna chill in the back. The lighting is awesome, they support band decorations with their massive back-drop, the stage is tall and wide, they refinished their bathrooms, its two floors provides for the bar upstairs, it's heating and air-conditioning punch other venues in the face, their line-up in uncontested, and most surprising---the sound quality is lovely.
After every show the tech-guy puts on some esoteric song over the PA as we're still staring at the stage, wishing it hadn't ended.
In the now brightly lit hall, we take in just how shifty the place is.
We smile and hug under the massive disco ball, as we wipe our tears and embrace each other.
Then, tired and fulfilled, we hold hands as we walk out the doors into the fresh night----thinking about how nice a shower is going to be.