I realize we do alot of recommending on Trippist. But this isn't about that. This is about an Amsterdam evening I spent, this week, with the punkrock band New Found Glory.
Now NFG and I do have some history. Back in my days of punk and ska and touring in the US, we played a show down in Miami, almost 10 years ago. Christ I'm old.
So when an old friend who works for the band emailed and said "guess who's in town, meet me at the such-n-such hotel and come to the Melkweg for the show", I naturally said yes.
It is among my guilty and perhaps silly pleasures, but I love having just the right friends so that often when I show up to Melkweg or Paradiso, I say "Im on the guestlist," those are the moments where I probably get all over confident, strangely proud to be the old friend.
And so it went, showed up on a lazy summer-come-early tuesday night, breezed right past the Dutch emo-teens, and into the grote zaal. And indeed, the place isn't as full as I remember so many shows in this town, or other NFG shows in the past. But the not-quite-full room made up for the surprising elbow room by singing their hearts out. At some point I started to wonder if the crowd should have their own mic with which to sing the songs for the band. It was still a cool thing to watch, your friends' music memorized and adored by a truckload of Dutch kids.
Of course my favorite part of the show is the end, when I get to hang out, sit on the bus, and walk the city in search of whatever food is left over. Not to mention the bizarre assortment of food in the green room that includes a jar of peanutbutter but not much else to eat it with. With the help (or burden depending on how you want to look at it) of several die-hard-fan teenage girls, we explore everything that after midnight Leidseplein has to offer. Which is terms of quality, isn't really much.

But nevermind that. Two things met the requirements of the band:
1- The Easy Times coffee shop. One of the most unremarkable JOINTS in town, but it is open late & has weed, so when you're a punk band on tour, that seems to work.
2-BurgerKing. The Horror. That terrible smelling blightly lit fake food establishment stands right on the square as if it will never close.. EVER. And who knew, this was just what the boys and girls wanted., before rushing back to the giant bus and heading on an all night trip to Paris.
What did I learn from such an experience? Nothing really. It wasn't about what I like in Amsterdam, it was about spending time with a friend, and letting rockstars do what they need to do, no matter how bad the choice of Amsterdam establishment.