5th
oh, and
It’s obvious I’m sure, but the prior post was written under the influence. However much seeing “ain’t never” in this space makes me wince, I’m going to let it stand. You just don’t fuck with a dude’s bike. To put it in context, this happened outside Sonar on Saturday night during an angry white guy hip-hop show involving graffiti styled sneakers that cost more than every piece of clothing I own would combined, a great many high heels, and at least three sets of angry white guy dreadlocks. For Portland readers, imagine 6th and Couch on first Thursday. I did meet someone at the show from Portland who works for Plazm [sic?] Magazine and name checked Tube and Aalto. I asked if he went to the Triple Nickle when he was “feeling skuzzy” and he said “totally.” The gallery that put the event on is in a part of Baltimore called Federal Hill. On my way home from port/train yard prowling today (pics to come), I finally explored this area, which is usually off my radar, and I was kinda shocked to find that it’s Belmont Ave. with a little post-O3 Burnside thrown in.
