Before coronavirus, I had two jobs. I worked at a local deli that gave half of the proceeds to charities, and I had one that was more of a community service.
I was the manager/owner (I guess that’s what it’s called) of some indie venues around town. There’s one in Denton, Dallas, and Fort Worth. I didn’t get paid for this, buyback i loved it the most. I got to hear a bunch of cool bands, connect with people, and be a part of a community. It was really fulfilling.
I’m kind of a local celebrity. I didn’t know this until one day, this punk band from Maine came through just to see me. They said they had some friends who wouldn’t shut up about my place, and they had to come and see it for themselves. This was super shocking at first, but then I saw that people were making flyers and newsletters that got sent all over the country.
Pre-covid, my little hole in the wall in Denton was buzzing with life. Now it’s empty and there’s no one there but the homeless squatters (when we’re open, I usually let them come in and get some food and stuff, but now they’ve got nowhere to go).