Denver was better in 1988

While trying to name this blog I went through a bunch of names: Thane Smyka's Stash ("I'll take obscure homicide references for $300, Alex"), My Sister Jeannie has Arvada hair and...Denver was better in 1988. The latter got me to thinking, which is never a good thing. Like most Americans I prefer be anesthesized by something, TV, Twitter, Facebook, pick your dull diversion, so thinking gets me out of my comfort zone. But Denver was better in 1988. It was still a small cowtown with a dangerous after dark downtown and an inferiority complex about it's failures in the Super Bowl. Plus, Rock Island was underneath the 15th Street viaduct and when you ran out of money for drinking you could break into the warehouses across the street and throw barber chairs and couches out of 5th story windows.
Today, Denver is just another cliche. A thriving downtown nightclub district full of the usual dullards who've watched too much TMZ (one viewing, by the way, of that drivel is too much), the football and hockey teams have won championships (notice how I didnt say "we" won a championship. I didnt fucking play!), allowing the city to think, nay, intrinsically know, it's a better place to live than Omaha or Albuquerque. I don't know if the Avalanche winning the Stanley Cup really proved much about the city other than showing that LoDo dorks can't handle their Bud Lights "bro" and the stuff actually makes them more likely to mindlessly riot in the streets. Ah yes, Denver has hit the big time.
I realize this is a rather cynical start to the blog, I'll get better, become more positive. Promise. Honest Injun, err, Native American. I'll try to focus on the shows and the bands that make Denver almost as good as it was in 1988, with some overhead drunken conversations. Cheers!