Between weddings and birthdays, I really couldn’t fit in much time for local music this weekend. But I figured if I had time to go to one show, I’d check out a band that has been sparking my interest lately.

We headed out to the Taproom to see Cowboy Indian Bear. I’ve written about them before when I saw them for the first time at the Turnpike Music Showcase. I immediately fell in love and wanted to see them again.

As always, a packed Taproom makes for a lovely and intimate show.

However, you’ve been getting a little strange lately, Taproom crowd. I went two nights this week, and each time was bonkers. Although the show on Friday was lovely, the second the music ended that crowd got crummy. From the man who called my husband “evil” to the man who screamed at my pregnant belly, there were definite signs that we should have left ten minutes earlier. The next night wasn’t any better. A line had formed outside the sandbar, leaving impatient Nebraska fans (leftover from the game) piling into the Taproom for a drink. Prior to this Taproom visit I was at a wedding across the street, where a rogue football fan had wandered in (twice) looking for the Sandbar. Ah, drunks.

I know I’m a bit of a prude sometimes, but at least we recognize that when people get a little too crazy in those early morning hours, we have the option of simply leaving. And it’s nice to know that we never really get ripped off, because some Lawrence venues tend to provide fun music shows (like Friday night’s) for no more than $3-$5. One of the many reasons I’ll keep coming back. I do love those intimate shows at the Taproom.

And when all else fails, there’s always the Replay. Let’s dance!