Dear Diary, Last Friday night, we went to see the punk band Apricot Court perform at Cuz’s Sportsman’s Club bar up in Seaside. Apricot Court is a VERY cool band. Although we love it out here, sometimes I find myself hyper aware of what is not really here. And alarmingly, what is probably never going to be here. It was a relief—as well as a rare and beautiful thing—to be able to feed a particular “punk” need last Friday night up in Seaside. Maybe you can understand this. Although Apricot Court hails from Pacific Grove and therefore totally local, the band sadly doesn’t play around here that often. Certainly not enough for Todd and me. One is much more likely to catch an Apricot Court gig a lot further north in Santa Cruz. Or way down south in Los Angeles, even. The magnificent Anthony Annigoni, guitarist and lead vocalist for Apricot Court, said to me, “They don’t like us here in Monterey. We’re too punk for ‘em. We come from the school of Joe Strummer, not heavy metal.” This resonates deeply. When I moved to New York City in 1987, I remember thinking it was the only place in the world that would want me. Up until that point, I had always felt like I was in the wrong location for lots of reasons. A different kind of punk, but also the same. Apricot Court has a new single out on Saturday. If you were actually any version of cool and/or punk, you’d support Apricot Court on all platforms. True Confessions by Bill Mullen.
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