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Adam Bowie’s column appears regularly in the print edition of Bread ‘n Molasses magazine. This story is reprinted from December 2006. Subscribe to the print edition today and receive even more Bread ‘n Molasses!  Click here for details

The Unfolding Night
Adventures of a Miramichier

By Adam Bowie

 

Cowboy hats covered bald spots. Western-style shirts flapped in the night breeze. Men wearing bandanas and leather vests sipped on beer bottles and leaned against four-by-fours with lift-kits. Women with large hair threw their heads back in laughter at the jokes of men that seemed too tall for their jeans. Cigarettes burned in nearly everyone’s hands in the crowd of people situated in front of the main door to the bar. The bouncers dragged a man out the front door who had quenched his every thirst. The man wasn’t struggling with their decision; it was as if he agreed that it was time for him to go and he welcomed assistance. Tom and I entered The Copperhead Road Pub for the first time.

 

A dull roar of conversations hummed throughout the bar. The band wasn’t playing but we knew it was too early for a band to stop playing in a bar like this. They must be on break. Bartenders opened beer bottles and gave out hugs to regular customers. Tom and I grabbed a couple of beers, but we got shorted hug-wise. We settled on a table off to the side of the main dance floor.

 

Eventually, The Hardcore Troubadours stood up and moved towards the stage. We watched as the lead singer walked all over the set-list they had taped to the floor in his black cowboy boots. The sheet bent and crumpled in a way that made me realize he forgot it was there. They looked drunk. “Good for them,” I thought as I watched the waitress deliver a tray of shooters to the band before they even strummed a chord. As they prepared to start their first song, a man sitting at the bar on a tall barstool fell backwards landing flat on his back. The stool thudded loudly and people jumped. The man appeared to be knocked cold and the lead singer said, “Apparently, some people like to lay on the floor around here. That’s alright with us. Is that you, Bill? Somebody help Bill up . . .” One of the bouncers and another man each grabbed an arm and they hoisted Bill back up to his feet, brushing off his back and leading him down the hall to the restroom to freshen up.

 

They opened with Johnny Cash’s “Get Rhythm.” They would play Waylon Jennings, George Jones, and Johnny Paycheck songs before the night was over. A little man with a comb-over and Velcro sneakers waltzed with his woman to every slow number. They set their drinks on our table and danced in the limited space next to us. As the song ended, the man dipped his lady climactically. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and banged her back roughly against our table. The drummer performed a drum solo and three girls got up and danced. I’d never seen a person dance to a drum solo before. It was . . . well, hard. Hard to understand, hard to watch, hard to believe really. A woman stood up on her table and began dancing in a jerky, contorted manner. Her hair was cropped close to her head and she wore ill-fitting clothes. But I liked her attitude. She was having fun. I can respect that.

 

I was in my element. Bars like this one; people like these people—I was made to recognize the duality of it all. There is a trueness inherent in the rural areas of this country that supersedes any unruly behaviour. This duality is recognized by the lucky few that can wear cowboy hats or pinstripes. I was born middle-class and blue-collared, and I have a feeling I’ll always be that way. It’s a good feeling.

Adam Bowie of Miramichi has a Broadcast Journalism diploma from Loyalist College and an Honours Degree in English Literature from St. Thomas University in Fredericton. His writing has been published in many newspapers and featured on radio and tv. He writes things on napkins, menus, pay-stubs and gum wrappers. Email adam_james_bowie@hotmail.com.

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