#winterstavern

[gayleskidmore]

Looking forward to playing Winters Tavern once again!! See you tonight at 9! @nocrapontap @minor.birds @missvalerilopez #winterstavern #pacifica #livemusic #indieartist #singersongwriters #thewildingwindstour2019 https://www.instagram.com/p/B53XCHFH5vJ/?igshid=jiv6ov4732cd

[immortalsynn]

M.S.T. Day 9 - Winter’s Tavern #immortalsynn #immortalsynnband #winterstavern #pacifica #greenroom #mst #mexicanstonertour #metal #heavymetal #thrashmetal #disciplesofdestruction #touring #bandlife #fishfight (at Pacifica, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzW45YlAs4z/?igshid=3pffk8yyt4it

[zoso5953]

Hey my Pacifica friends and family! Come out and see the band that I am in play tonight! Show starts at 9pm! #winterstavern #pacifica #brokenspeakers (at Winters Tavern)

[emchy]

Classic cars + americana music = best saturday night ever! #winterstavern Vagabondage #highcarddrifters #thegoatfamily

[emchy]

Signs you can only see from stage #winterstavern #musicianslife #americana @vagabondageband #freebird (at Winters Tavern)

[emchy]

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Epic set from the goat family #americana #musicianslife #winterstavern (at Winters Tavern)

[emchy]

@mollymayhem came to the show! Huzzah! #winterstavern @vagabondageband #accordions #musicianslife #americana

[nicksirotich-blog]

DEMOB- Winters Tavern- 2016

I heard a light rapping at my window around 10pm on a Friday night which spurred me from my chaotic pile of pens and paper. It was my neighbor CJ, a mountain of hair and muscle with the forever happy face sewn by Jim Henson. He was headed to his Bar around the corner, Winters Tavern in Pacifica and wanted to invite me to what he dubbed ‘an evening of pure chaos with old punks’ to which he knew I couldn’t pass up. I agreed to mosey on down a bit later and he scratched away in the night on his skateboard and flip flops.

Around 11:30 i finally made my way through the ornately carved wooden doors to find a sea weathered denim and and studded shoulders. the Crowd was energetic and swirling in currents around the stage and prominent beer taps that fueled the event. I spotted CJ and he invited me up to the green room for some joints, rare beer and good conversation with a menagerie of old punks from around the country. I smoked and chatted and intoxicated myself to a thorough degree while we waited for the headliners to unleash their mayhem. A man with a heavy British accent standing nearly 7 feet tall was smoking a blunt through a novelty children’s motorcycle helmet that barely passed his nose grabbed me by the shoulder and huddled me downstairs just as the cymbals were set and the bass tested for clarity. It was about to get shitty in here.

The crowd surged forward and I made my way in as legendary punk ensemble Demob began shirking out their classics to the tattered array of old and new punks. The bar is shrinking on us as shoulders and elbows start flying and the ‘pit’ forms resembling an ant hill in summer. I’m swirled and shoved through the mess as the bass stamps a steady pace and the cleanly shaven head of the singer jabs in and out of view. I push through the scrum and snap a few pictures as the clash of drums and guitar-riffs dig deeper into my gray matter. This is the spirited mayhem of old punk that can only be reflected in the rattiest of modern acts but rarely if ever duplicated. I’m thrown and I throw. I push and I fall but, I know I’m fortunate to be beaten appropriately by this enthusiastic crowd. I see CJ go down and a wave of beasts rush towards him for what I can only assume is a mild beat down for some perceived slight on his part and throw my bloated corpse between them to quell the oncoming onslaught. They back away and I pick up this 280 lb rock of a man by the torso, throwing us both back onto our feet without missing a beat. We continue on hurling ourselves around for well over a dozen, pulsing songs.

At the end I hang out with the band and offer a hand with some of the heavier chunks of equipment. CJ, the boys of Demob and I pass around another blunt or two, discuss old punk and drink a few cheap beers before calling it a night. I stumble home around 3am in a blur, toss down my pyramid spiked jacket and collapse into my filthy bed.