Update

Last night was another punk show in Providence. This one was cut short by a crazy artist who lives in the building illegally; he came up during the last band with a FIRE EXTINGUISHER and sprayed the whole hall outside the practice space where the show was to drive everyone out. I looked up at one point and saw nothing but what looked like smoke in the hall, so we bolted out to get out — and I realized it was some sort of chemical which scared me even more.

I did have the presence of mind to grab the beer, though.

Tonight is the annual Poets’ Asylum auction at the Java Hut. I’m putting my old, battered yet serviceable twelve string into the pool of available items. There will be many others. C’mon down.

Tomorrow I’m busy all day, so likely won’t update until tomorrow night late or Tuesday morning.

See ya ’round…