Last days in DC
What a fucking weekend.
Last night there was a show at my houae with Coke Bust, Logic Problems, Time To Escape, and a few others, where the fucking cops came out in force. I actually missed all this because I was going to two shows last night and was at the first on the other side of DC (with local band Turboslut, check them out if you can they are fucking fantastic, turboslut.org), but apparently the cops stayed there for over an hour and intimidated my roommates (who don't have much experience with dealing with cops or knowing what they can and can't legally do) into blocking off every entrance to the house, entering, and breathalyzing everyone there under 21.
Two out of five bands had played, and the rest of the show got moved to another house a few miles north, and luckily I passed a car of kids going there on my way back to my house and hopped in. Something like 75 people paid at the first location (far above what shows there usually draw), and only about 20 people including bands made it to the new location, but it was so fun and had this intense feeling of catharsis and camaraderie that only comes with a show triumphantly finishing up after some bullshit goes down. I got there during Logic Problems, they're from North Carolina and are great. Then Time To Escape played as a three piece because their drummer is Guilty of Ditching Out. Then Coke Bust finished things off with the best set I've ever seen them play, and the last time I'll see them before I move.
Then the Ergs, Max Levine Ensemble, and a few others I missed played tonight at the same house as where Turboslut played and it was so amazing, seriously something out of a Cristy Road drawing of quirky punk kids singing along in a packed basement.
Next week is Kollapse Fest in Richmond, then my final weekend here will be spend tying up loose ends and hanging out with friends I've been neglecting. Most things are fine, I need to figure out the specifics of shipping my bike and records, and maybe shipping a box of books, tapes, and zines.
I know I can be naive, but I've been scouring Craigslist nonstop for the past few days, sent out about 20 emails (looking for $650 or less in the city, $500 or less in the East Bay, maybe I'm shooting too low, I hope not), and heard back from exactly one person.
I have an advantage because I don't smoke or have a pet and I'll have very little stuff with me, but still.
Last night there was a show at my houae with Coke Bust, Logic Problems, Time To Escape, and a few others, where the fucking cops came out in force. I actually missed all this because I was going to two shows last night and was at the first on the other side of DC (with local band Turboslut, check them out if you can they are fucking fantastic, turboslut.org), but apparently the cops stayed there for over an hour and intimidated my roommates (who don't have much experience with dealing with cops or knowing what they can and can't legally do) into blocking off every entrance to the house, entering, and breathalyzing everyone there under 21.
Two out of five bands had played, and the rest of the show got moved to another house a few miles north, and luckily I passed a car of kids going there on my way back to my house and hopped in. Something like 75 people paid at the first location (far above what shows there usually draw), and only about 20 people including bands made it to the new location, but it was so fun and had this intense feeling of catharsis and camaraderie that only comes with a show triumphantly finishing up after some bullshit goes down. I got there during Logic Problems, they're from North Carolina and are great. Then Time To Escape played as a three piece because their drummer is Guilty of Ditching Out. Then Coke Bust finished things off with the best set I've ever seen them play, and the last time I'll see them before I move.
Then the Ergs, Max Levine Ensemble, and a few others I missed played tonight at the same house as where Turboslut played and it was so amazing, seriously something out of a Cristy Road drawing of quirky punk kids singing along in a packed basement.
Next week is Kollapse Fest in Richmond, then my final weekend here will be spend tying up loose ends and hanging out with friends I've been neglecting. Most things are fine, I need to figure out the specifics of shipping my bike and records, and maybe shipping a box of books, tapes, and zines.
I know I can be naive, but I've been scouring Craigslist nonstop for the past few days, sent out about 20 emails (looking for $650 or less in the city, $500 or less in the East Bay, maybe I'm shooting too low, I hope not), and heard back from exactly one person.
I have an advantage because I don't smoke or have a pet and I'll have very little stuff with me, but still.