put your money in your shoe, for real

Back in high school, we used to go to Deep Ellum at least two or three times a week, to see bands, explore the local music scene, and generally hang out (it was better than driving aimlessly around Plano). There were plenty of 17-and-up places to go, and even more hip-looking bars that I couldn't wait to get to, once I turned 21.
The times, well, you know what Dylan says. Apparently, there's been a serious fall-off in people going to Deep Ellum, in the past few years. Reading the music section of the Dallas Observer, it seems as though this might be tied to the fact that, despite bands like Eisley and the Spree blowing up, the Dallas scene has really fallen off itself. That, plus the exodus of country-folk fans to the new South Lamar places and the fact that all the good indie shows seem to end up in Denton now (Melt-Banana is playing there tonight, for instance). So, what do the geniuses at the Deep Ellum Chamber of Commerce do? Sell all the old, cozy, neighborhood bars to corporations and have them turn them into giant booze-fueled dance clubs!
All I want to do when I go down there is hear some little local band or have a relatively quiet drink. Ain't happening. The other night, my choices were party with old frat boys and ghetto-looking sluts, or chill at Sons of Hermann Hall. I went with the old cowboys; they're less douchebaggy.
So, fuck that. Also, fuck the Mavs losing. Will says, they're like a girl that won't put out: so much potential, but they just tease you in the end.