The Firebird's capacity limit was stretched as people came from down the road and across the map for a show with a worldwide ticket. Three bands, hailing from Texas, California and France made their stop in St. Louis to share their sounds to the Missouri masses.
Samuel Fickie opened with a set of introspective tunes full of romantic import. His tone was lovelorn with sparkling bits of darkened humor complete with elements of local St. Louis insight twisted atop.
A line of 50 people stood before the entrance of the Firebird some time around 8:30 p.m. Steeped in the well-known buzz of "stoked," they chatted amicably amongst themselves and fellow waiters.
Ponce de Leon may not have found the fountain of youth, but hardcore-thrash crossover band Dirty Rotten Imbeciles proved that spending 30 years in the thrash zone is the next best thing.
Monday night at the Firebird was full of deja vu, with bands performing that I had either seen many times before or could have sworn I had.