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Good vibes abounded. The Plus and Minus Show was a collaborative effort involving Houston musicians from about a dozen bands, and many of them who aren't in Haaga's live band dropped by to check out the show, as well as the unofficial grand opening of Sig's Lagoon, Clouseaux singer Thomas Escalante's gift shop/record store next door to the Continental. Escalante even dashed from behind the cash register to sing backing vocals with Haaga on the epically gorgeous "Four Letter Words." In short, the whole evening was one of warm, loving, smart modern rock and roll -- the kind you just sit back and bask in like a bath, the kind that gives you goose bumps and makes you high-five your friends.
Wednesday nights don't come much better than that one. John Lennon, who had been murdered 24 years ago to the day before, would have been proud of the way rock and roll brought a few dozen people together, united us in good cheer and, at least temporarily, love for all mankind. Little did we know that the hideous side of rock and roll had reared its loathsome head -- again -- at that very moment in Columbus, Ohio, where Haaga's good friend, former Pantera and current Damageplan guitarist "Dimebag Darrell" Abbott, had been assassinated on stage by a deranged fan, who also killed several fans and club employees before being killed himself. Witnesses said he was upset about Pantera breaking up.
Of course, none of us knew any of that until later that night -- or the next day, in my case, when the hideous headlines ambushed me along with my hangover, brushing aside the echoes of Haaga's show and killing the memories of what had been a mildly magical night. As one Internet poster put it on Damageplan's message board, Haaga's show had fallen on what was "the worst day in metal history."
And yes, rock and roll is indeed a plus and minus show. Haaga explained his album title to me on the Poison Girl patio back in September, in words that would take on tragic new meaning just three months later: "Everything has a plus and a minus. It's as simple as that -- life, death -- and as complicated as that. In some ways it turned out to be a project that was about adding and subtracting people, but honestly it's how I try to look at life and how life keeps popping up. You have to see the negatives and positives."
It seemed a little goofy and mystical at the time, but I guess it really is as simple as that. I talked to Haaga the day after his glorious show and Dimebag's murder. "A friend of mine walked in the club late last night and told me," Haaga said. "It was hard to believe, but I did believe him, because you just don't walk into a club and tell that kind of rumor."
Haaga's earlier band dead horse had opened a few shows for Pantera, and Haaga had also played in Superjoint Ritual with Pantera front man Phil Anselmo. Dimebag was a big dead horse fan; he supplied some glowing quotes to the band's press kit and even sported a dead horse shirt from time to time. "Last night was one of those nights of really high highs and really low lows," Haaga said. "Earlier today I just thought to myself, 'Wow, I even went to his house one time.' It hits way too close to me. I wish I was farther away from it than I I just wish I was farther away from it. It's a horrible, sick thing. He was just a Coors Light-drinkin', pot-smokin', whiskey-drinkin' fool, you know. I can't imagine why someone would do that -- because of all the bad blood about Pantera breaking up? It's just silly. Things like this just continue to warp us more, rot away at what it is that we are."
The first things you think about a horrific event like this are phrases like "Holy shit!" and "What the fuck?!" The next thing you think is -- and this is tragic -- you marvel that this sort of thing doesn't happen more often. Few rock clubs have metal detectors at the doors, nor do many bouncers frisk patrons. Frankly, I'm a little amazed that no other musician had been killed on stage by a fan before. "It's too easy," Haaga said. "If you can get that kind of press, that kind of shock wave. It's brilliant in an evil way."
Though security is a little better at arenas and stadiums, the same goes for pro athletes, coaches, umpires and referees. That scene in Detroit could have been still worse had those moronic Pistons fans been packing pistols instead of plastic cups of beer or boxes of popcorn.
Civility seems to be eroding all around Seeing the Detroit footage and reading about Dimebag Darrell and the Young Buck stabbing, you start to think of some lines by William Butler Yeats about things falling apart, centers not holding, the best lacking all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
It could be -- and let's all pray that this is not the case -- that the only reason this doesn't happen more often is that it had never happened before. Dimebag Darrell's death could spark a rash of copycats -- this one pissed about some band's shift in artistic direction, that one deranged about their favorite guy getting thrown out of the band, and some other nut furious about God only knows what else. Maybe his girlfriend dumped him to your band's song or something.
What is to be done? Do we have to have metal detectors at every club in America? Do we need legions of bouncers frisking us all? Is nightlife bound to become as fraught with security checkpoints and low-grade paranoia as air travel?
And could any of those measures have stopped a lone, determined nut with a gun? After all, Ronald Reagan had the full protection of the Secret Service, and that didn't stop John Hinckley. Earlier this year, a club was shut down in Fort Myers, Florida, after a shooting there; the gunman left the club, walked out to his car, picked up a gun, pointed it at the bouncer and said, "I'm going in." So -- should we arm bouncers? That's probably gonna be the NRA's solution. More guns! If only a few of those Damageplan fans had been armed, Dimebag Darrell would be alive today!
No, it's obvious what we need to do. What we need is for all 290 million of our compatriots to not throw things at basketball players just because they shoved one of "your" guys. We all need to not kill rock stars just because they broke up our favorite band. And we all need to just get along. As George Costanza once roared, "You know, we're living in a society!"
Michael Haaga appears Friday, December 17, at Mary Jane's Fat Cat, 4216 Washington Avenue. For more information, call 713-869-JANE.
Congratulations are in order to Press contributor and author Dr. Roger Wood. Down in Houston: Bayou City Blues, his definitive and authoritative book on the local blues culture, was awarded with the Keeping Blues Alive prize in the literature category by the Blues Foundation in Memphis While we're on the subject of awards, congrats to the following former and current Houstonians who were nominated for Grammys: Clint Black, Destiny's Child, Steve Earle, Lyle Lovett, Tift Merritt, Willie Nelson, Johnny Winter and Rodney Crowell, whose Notorious Cherry Bombs song "It's Hard to Kiss the Lips at Night That Chew Your Ass Out All Day Long" is up for two awards. As well as being a shoo-in in the Country Song Title Hall of Fame Time to toot our own horn a little: In case you haven't noticed, our music listings are now the best in town and quite possibly in the entire state. Last week, despite the normal holiday season dip in shows, we had well over 800 events listed in our database. (The Chron listed only 588 on the day I wrote this, and I happen to know that two of these listings are for a performer who has been dead for months.) We've got everything from karaoke at local watering holes to huge rock spectaculars in massive arenas, happening everywhere from Galveston to Cypress and Sugar Land to Crosby. You'll also find poker tournaments, open-mikes, which DJs are spinning where, and comedy shows -- more than a hundred events to choose from each day of the week. Clubbers and other denizens of the night, check 'em out. Club owners, please keep sending over your info so we can be as thorough, up-to-date and accurate as possible.