Tuesday Night found the married guy with two kids waiting outside a club called the Green Door, in Oklahoma City.

This place wasn't any bigger than my house. My ears were already starting to hurt. I looked like the oldest one waiting to get in. The guy next to me was 22. Add to that, it got real cold, real fast, and you have a great start to an evening. Did I mention that all my friends bailed on me? Gotta work, kids are sick, blah, blah, blah. (I did call one friend too late to make plans).

What is it about hard rock/punk kids that causes them to wear baggy clothes? Do I sound too old saying that?

All the kids were wearing baggy shirts with some sort of skate company/punk band/or ironic logo on it. Baggy pants that looked like Dickies. Hair slightly askew and none of them owned a coat, only a zip all the way up the front sweatshirt with a hood.

And why do the girls all have short hair, those "members only" looking jackets a size to small, black eye glasses, and a stooped shoulder look?

The Green Door turns out to be a pretty cool place. It is small. Part of the charm. Chain link fence walls off the bar area from the rest of the place, there is a place to sit or display merchandise and where the bands play, I am not kidding, is no bigger than my living room, and I live in a 1400 square foot house.

None of the people I talked to were there to see Rye Coalition. And to be fair, how many people from OKC had ever heard of Rye Coalition? I hadn't until the gracious host of this site sent out a concert email and I responded. Speaking of that, I was not too surprised when the guest list thing fell through. My name was nowhere to be found. That's all right though. It was only 6 bucks to get in.

There were two bands playing before R.C. (that's what the cool kids call 'em.) took the stage: City of Caterpillar and Planes Mistaken for Stars.

City of Caterpillar were actually pretty good, and Planes Mistaken for Stars (the band I gathered that most people were there to see) were your average hard rock/punk/neo-punk screamers. Nothing special, at least to these (old) ears.

Bonus: Back of a T-Shirt noticed while watching City of Caterpillar play:

"And with the guts of the last priest/let us strangle the last king/so we can finally be the land of the free."