Once upon a time, we were in a band that played DC9. It was, other than a basement party performance for sympathetic friends, our first show, and we took to the stage, that on which we’d seen so many of our friends play, with abject terror. We also felt a healthy portion of gratitude to the good folks at the club who’d seen fit to allow us to play their tidy venue, with its ample stage space and upstairs bar. DC9 was, for us, a nice little place where local groups got their start, and we loved it. But it was with new eyes that we looked upon the little club on 9th last night. Over the past year, DC9 has significantly added to its A/V equipment, greatly improved the sound, and brought in steadily more significant acts, while still catering to the local up-and-comers, and in doing so, it has placed itself at the top of the list of DC’s small rock venues. You heard it here: DC9 is a venue on the grow.

And last night, Big Yawn went and filled the joint with some great music.