![I grew up avoiding shows at The Conservatory, which was (and probably still is) one of the best venues in Oklahoma. It rests in Oklahoma City, twenty miles north of Norman, where I grew up. Most of the music acts of the white or angry variety cut their Marlboro-stained teeth on The Conservatory’s perpetually sticky stage, a fact that intimidated me when I was younger. Every person there had chasm-sized chips on their shoulders. Out of all the local bands, the Flaming Lips seemed to play there more than most, and the few times I went to that sweat box was to see them.
The reason I didn’t make it to this particular show is that I was all the way across the country, in Oregon, smoking much better buddha than the brown bricked strains available in the piss-sour men’s room at The Conservatory. But I would have loved to be there, listening to a roster of bands cooler than myself, getting stared down by some Hot-Topic punk twice my height and half my age.
[via Dan Danger]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/azxD5kcjlcz108itEoekQ6Ik_400.jpg)
I grew up avoiding shows at The Conservatory, which was (and probably still is) one of the best venues in Oklahoma. It rests in Oklahoma City, twenty miles north of Norman, where I grew up. Most of the music acts of the white or angry variety cut their Marlboro-stained teeth on The Conservatory’s perpetually sticky stage, a fact that intimidated me when I was younger. Every person there had chasm-sized chips on their shoulders. Out of all the local bands, the Flaming Lips seemed to play there more than most, and the few times I went to that sweat box was to see them.
The reason I didn’t make it to this particular show is that I was all the way across the country, in Oregon, smoking much better buddha than the brown bricked strains available in the piss-sour men’s room at The Conservatory. But I would have loved to be there, listening to a roster of bands cooler than myself, getting stared down by some Hot-Topic punk twice my height and half my age.
[via Dan Danger]
