Shane Sullivan
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The first time I went out in DC to hear music & felt resonance with this city - before even living here, and years before accidentally falling in love with it - it was at the Black Cat. I've made out with exes here, gotten way too drunk and lost on my way home, witnessed friends get way too drunk and pick fights with tire rims and mutual friends, celebrated multiple birthdays at their annual dance-off night of The Smiths vs. The Cure, met comedian and professional lesbian giraffe Chris Fleming post-show, danced my ass off to Boy Harsher's Jae Matthews belting out her live unhinged version of Pain, flirted with crushes, seen a close friend (& trans queer poet) who I grew up with read poetry from her published collection during Pride Month when the first floor back performance room still existed, seen a friend I'd later have a falling out with perform with their 3-member alt-punk Riot Grrrl-adjacent band (& admittedly kill it), facilitate friend connections between disparate friend groups and meet new friends who are still in my life, help raise money during a raffle fundraiser for the community-based org HIPS when I worked there, leave black lipstick marks on countless plastic cups of red wine, learn how to properly order a drink at the bar after one too many bartender staff members pointedly told my younger and more quiet and sensitive self, "Honey, I can't hear a word you're saying," dance for hours with ride-or-die friends (and ones who should just die, tbh) with chemical cocktails swirling through my veins, dance with beautiful, smiling strangers whose in to joining me or my friend circle was often some very gracious compliment of my goth aesthetic, feel my body pulsate to the night's music with an emotional kaleidoscope of joy, social anxiety, self-consciousness, self-confidence, passion, Love, and gratitude for my awareness of the present moment.
Simply put, I love the Black Cat. It's a DC staple for me and so many of my friends, and been a safe haven for a variety of subculture weirdos over the years. Its existence is a nod to the ongoing legacy of DC's underground/alternative music scene and as a locus - alongside NYC, Seattle, LA, San Francisco & others - of the punk scene, initially as the birthplace of groups like Minor Threat, Fugazi, Bad Brains, and Teen Idles.
The Black Cat remains a vital community hub for platforming newly formed alternative/punk bands in new generations and hosting more famous acts. It's probably the first space wherein I realized that - contrary to outsiders' perceptions - DC is actually a friendly city.
Thank you for all of it - including all the way back to '93, the year both the Black Cat and I were born. <3