You should always be a little weary of paying money to see a Sunday, early evening show that doesn’t require an ID. 

            Progressive Motion presented one of the lamest local band shows I have encountered.  The all ages compilation turned out to be more like a high school talent show, with the first band (The Riot Pipes) choosing to mimic songs from the 60s, while two of their buddies ran around beating the life out of a tambourine.  Another performer, Patrick Rooney, looked like he was going to vomit or possibly cry on stage as he shakily crooned songs about summer camp love and first heartaches.

            Other than parents and grandparents sipping weak cocktails and looking awkwardly uncomfortable as they pretended to be “hip” and “with it” the most disturbing part was that, at 23, I seemed to be one of the oldest people in the room who wasn’t there simply to be a ride home to their kids.

            The location itself had potential to offer some good times on any other day.  The neighborhood bar (retro posters of 60s and 70s bands and abstract artwork were about the only thing worth looking at for most of the night) could be a fun Saturday night as long as everyone is over the age of 21 and not looking to brag to their friends Monday morning that they were actually in a bar. 

            Truthfully, Quixotes True Blue of Denver let me down miserably by hosting this painfully unentertaining session of immature, not-quite, talent.  And while Progressive Motion states (in its mission statement) that their “…main focus centers around a well produced event that everyone enjoys, from the fans to the bands”, they disappointed me too. 

            Usually I am a trooper, and I will sit through the worst movies and the most boring times, but after the fourth of the seven bands started to perform, the lack of talent (which let’s be honest, it was really just noise) got the best of me and I ended up leaving before my eyes and ears were scarred by any more of the nonsense I was witnessing.  

            It would be unfair of me to say it was all bad, though.  Pam Mae of Brighton, seemed to keep the audience captivated with her quips and introductions, and had enough talent to keep the crowd entertained even though she admitted to having pneumonia at the time. 

            If the remaining three bands brought up the caboose of this waste of time (and waste of money) show, I should be sorry I walked out prematurely. 

            However, I think I’ll live.