let's do the time warp (again)
In a few minutes I'm venturing bravely out to the "new" Living Room to see Deer Tick.
I say "new" because I remember the oooold (like, Paleolithic era old) Living Room as a kinda scuzzy but sorta cool venue with this big ol' couch out front and a giant bubble window through which you could look out over Providence. Of course, the building was bought and condo-ized sometime around 1990/1 and the Living Room resurfaced as an utterly charmless scuzz-pit a few blocks away. Hence, my heretofore strict avoidance policy.
Not for much longer.
Forewarned is forearmed -or something.
(My last visit to the "old" Living Room was so long ago that I was there to see Sarah Maclachlan OPEN for Bruce Cockburn. !!! Years later I'd run into Mr. Cockburn, completely randomly, at a Jamaican bar in SF's Mission district that served the most exquisite hibiscus margaritas. Bizarro-(small)-world.)
I say "new" because I remember the oooold (like, Paleolithic era old) Living Room as a kinda scuzzy but sorta cool venue with this big ol' couch out front and a giant bubble window through which you could look out over Providence. Of course, the building was bought and condo-ized sometime around 1990/1 and the Living Room resurfaced as an utterly charmless scuzz-pit a few blocks away. Hence, my heretofore strict avoidance policy.
Not for much longer.
Forewarned is forearmed -or something.
(My last visit to the "old" Living Room was so long ago that I was there to see Sarah Maclachlan OPEN for Bruce Cockburn. !!! Years later I'd run into Mr. Cockburn, completely randomly, at a Jamaican bar in SF's Mission district that served the most exquisite hibiscus margaritas. Bizarro-(small)-world.)