By Heather Miller
Walking into Scout Bar for the first time in a couple of years is oddly like going home again, except someone has totally redecorated and everyone is stoked to be there. They’re celebrating 13 years as a staple of live music in Clear Lake, Texas this year, and like all the best teenagers, they’ve become the perfect mix of rebelliousness and pride. It still feels like home though and everyone knows when you party at home, shit gets real. The same can be said for Thursday’s lineup of Texas Hippie Coalition, Shaving Susie, Torrid Complex, and Mad Sons.
I’ll confess, I had never seen THC live. I was already amped but it wasn’t until I started talking to fans out back on the deck that I began to think I could be in for something special. You always know you’re about to see a great live performance when die-hard fans hear you say you haven’t before and they are suddenly fired up about being a witness to your evolution. First times are sacred, especially in music and there is a little voyeur in all of us.
Mad Sons and Torrid Complex did exactly what they came to do, shaking everyone up just enough for a Thursday night to quickly feel like a Friday. Shaving Susie never, ever, disappoints, and this was no exception. These guys live to play and watching them perform originals like “The Fallen” and “Bitch” make it undeniable. I was highly disappointed when as soon as I ran to the bathroom a pit was born and by the time I made it out they were picking each other up from the floor and hugging it out, kinda like when your brother pisses you off at Christmas but you know you should get your shit together before dinner.
It was time to eat and the Hippie Coalition showed up ready. THC took the stage over with not only a sound but a presence that felt like Big Dad Ritch’s bar-b-q sauce Buckin’ Crazy tastes, undeniably Texan. The die-hards, the Coalition, weren’t wrong. Between watching Cord smile, Timmy feel no shame for being a whiskey thief while he played sans sticks, and listening to Big Dad Ritch bellow growl the things we all wanna say, I was home. I was full. I was among family.
I hung around to make sure I had a chance to pay homage to the Music Muse by thanking the musicians and the staff for loving what they do and letting us watch. This is always one of my favorite parts of the night because you see everyone after they’re spent; when they are being real. Maybe it’s because… Texas, or maybe it’s because this was just a spectacular lineup, but all of them were gracious and just as thankful in return.
I was searching for my next opportunity to see THC live again before I left the parking lot.