In front of the venue, House of Bards, was a white van, pulling a small two-wheel trailer behind it. There, among the familiar sight of big, colored hair, were people unloading band equipment.
There was a sign saying to enter from the north entrance, but I was already on the south and the door was open for gear to be brought in, so I walked in.
No one yelled at me, or even looked twice. It was a good feeling to be able to roam around freely and take pictures. No strict security was watching me, forcing me to stand in a certain place for a certain number of songs.
I asked Alice Noiret, the bar manager, where punk is being played these days.
“We’re kinda the only one going on now,” she responded.
She introduced me to John Bujak, the owner. He was middle-aged with long, blond hair and a band T-shirt on. John was polite and open with me about photographing the show. More than that, he struck me as someone who genuinely cares about the music he hosts at the venue.
"I don't know what happened [to the punk scene in Tucson], if it had to do with the remodeling downtown,” John said. "They just don't want it down there anymore; that’s just what I saw."
In conjunction with the bar is also a music shop just next to it, which John also owns.
The show was well done as far as punk shows go. The music was loud, players were yelling at the audience and the crowd was moshing and screaming right back.
What stood out about the show, and this isn’t uncommon for punk, is how much the whole scene cared for itself. The bands in the lineup were usually right up front losing it during the playing band’s set.