Un-Holy Mountain: Celebrating the last month of an Austin relic


I gotta say, I really love my job.

I arrived fashionably late to Holy Mountain on their rendition of Barbarella’s “Emo Night”: a nostalgic romp through time back to that one song that reminds you of that one girl/guy. My stuffy Uber driver shifted awkward glances towards my tattooed and pierced brethren as they meandered through the streets like a black, horn-rimmed glassed river capable of melancholy. The thumping of a drummer’s soundcheck echoed in my ears and chest as what seemed like decades worth of cigarette smoke wafted into my nose. The first band (Burning Years) came and went before I arrived, much to my chagrin; however, I arrived just in time to catch the second band setting up. After grabbing my first Lone Star of the evening, I made my way through a sea of similar 20-somethings like myself to the front of the stage, patiently awaiting for the nostalgia to begin.

The second band, Locket, was a whirlwind of energy and genres, playing greats like Underoath and My Chemical Romance and ending with every 8th graders favorite summer sonnet, “Feeling This” by Blink-182.

The last band, Nominee, played an eclectic mix of Hawthorne Heights, Fall Out Boy and once again, the pinnacle of ‘90s nostalgia, Blink-182.

In between all of this madness in memoriam, Joseph Milligan of the late 2000’s alt-rock band Anberlin was DJing an array of music by New Found Glory, Say Anything and a myriad of others.

After crowdsurfing across an ocean of dejected millennials and untapped potential, I grabbed my last brew and headed home.

On the ride back, with my ears ringing and voice raspy, I could not help but think about the bittersweet juxtaposition that was created tonight. One of the greatest music venues in the Live Music Capitol of the World, suffering an untimely demise at the hands of rising rent, was given a new, albeit temporary lease on life, driven by the shouts and screams of a decade of youthful woe.

Well, I guess this is growing up.