Even in my darkest days, when sleep and depression consumed me, I still found a way to make to The Blue Light Live to catch a show.
The Blue Light first became a house of refuge when a friend and I started attending concerts in our late 20s. We’ve been to over 200+ shows around the US and 90% of them were right here in Lubbock at the Blue Light.
I’ve seen Josh Weathers make an entire room cry, had Sean McConnell angelic voice wash over me, witnessed both Uncle Lucius and American Aquarium bring the place down around them and countless more unforgettable experiences.
I’ve also seen Grady Spencer, Flatland Cavalry, Koe Wetzel, Giovannie and the Hired Guns start playing to an empty room and just a few short visits back to Lubbock pack the place out with a line around the corner (back when that was a thing).
In 2017, The Blue Light became a house of healing for me. Every night I would make my way to 1806 Broadway with my new camera in my hand. It was quite literally, the only thing I was living for as I went through a divorce and the depression that followed.
They let me take as many photos as I wanted. I got to meet the bands and the crews behind the mic. I met the people behind the bar as well. Some hard working college kids, but most of them locals who had worked there for years.
A military combat vet, a former Tech football player, a owner / bartender turned side business owner of The Burn Vodka. In this small little bar all of these lives and dreams were made.
And now, through no fault of their own, life is forever changed.
They barely survived the first shut down of 60+ days with no income during the busiest time of the year. But now, with less than 12 hours notice you shut them down again.
That’s fine, the bars will do as you command, but please Gov Abbot, save this bar and the people who work for it because for many its not just a place to go have a drink, it’s a house of healing and fellowship as well.