[Spotlight] The last night of the Somewhere Else Tavern
By: Louis Money, frontman of Trailer Park Orchestra
The sign at the door read, “You are loved Somewhere Else” and for over half my life that has been true. I entered the Somewhere Else Tavern for the first time around 1995. I was in my early 20s, and discovered that a lot of people there were my age but most were younger.
You either got SWET or loathed it, there was no real middle ground on that. However, in a much-divided scene, city and country, SWET opened its door to you. It never lost that vibe.
Fast forward a couple of decades to closing night on New Year’s Eve. Those people that I remember being fresh out of or still in high school were all there for one last chance to say goodbye to a venue that has meant a lot to our community. Some brought their teenage kids. Some brought their husbands or wives. The place that, for so long, had a reputation for having a “young crowd” was packed mostly with 30 and 40-somethings. SWET had matured.
A lot of us never stopped coming. A lot of the “Tavern Rats” either stopped coming or could not come as often. However, the last night was special. Teary-eyed patrons and performers (myself included) enjoyed music, beer and each other’s company.
It was bittersweet, and it always felt good to be loved Somewhere Else.