The Mateel has such a weird vibe. It’s the place where people who don’t see a lot of other people for most of the year go and see people. And shows. It acts as a sort of grange for the So. Hum growers and others from the area down there and gets forgotten by No. Hummers until something they are dying to see comes through.
If you missed Hank Williams III there a bit ago, I’m sure your friends already told you it was kill. A friend of mine from Seattle was down and I think she was trying to hide her surprise that such a sub-set of society even existed. Hippie, red neck, moonshine drinking, forest dwelling, punk rock country music fans. There was more denim and camo in that hall than at a gun show.
The tall lean kin of legends is his becoming a legend himself. He played all the country songs that were screamed out at him while the mosh pit up front handed out black eyes to more than one of my friends. Up top the crowd leaned over the railing with plastic cups of affordable beer. He went into his AssJack set after commenting that people don’t all like his punk stuff, but most stayed. Cheers to him for doing what he wants. He was on point both sets.
Bottom line, worth the trip. Worth the ticket price, worth the sore torso. Hank III still kills. Hope he’s procreating.