Rhode Island
Our stay at the campground was fun. The inactivity and lack of general sensory input shortened my fuse a little at times, but no harm done. We were there for two full days. We paid for it by splitting wood (not by hand), sanding and painting metal fenceposts, and redecorating the lobby. No money changed hands... all barter system!
On to Providence. We arrived and found the venue. It was in a neighbourhood filled with abandoned factories from the early 20th century. It was very bleak and run down. The adjacent residential areas corresponded to some degree. We ate at a Guatemalan restaurant, then headed to the venue (a large jam space on the third floor of a former factory). Every band that played did a great job. The out of town bands threw everything they had into their sets, and were rewarded with good crowd responses. There were as many as maybe 50-60 people at times. The headliners were from New York. Due to some technical problems they could not start until late and quite a few people had to go. But those who stayed bore witness to a spectacle of epic proportions. There was crowd interaction. All manners of wild dancing occurred. Underwear exited third storey windows. It may have been the best set of punk rock I have ever seen, and I've been going to punk shows since the 80s. It was a show in the most over-the-top sense of the word. I mean, friggin' wow.
At the last minute we found a place to stay, as a very noble Rhode Islander stepped forward to put us up. No paid stays yet. Thank you, America!
On to Providence. We arrived and found the venue. It was in a neighbourhood filled with abandoned factories from the early 20th century. It was very bleak and run down. The adjacent residential areas corresponded to some degree. We ate at a Guatemalan restaurant, then headed to the venue (a large jam space on the third floor of a former factory). Every band that played did a great job. The out of town bands threw everything they had into their sets, and were rewarded with good crowd responses. There were as many as maybe 50-60 people at times. The headliners were from New York. Due to some technical problems they could not start until late and quite a few people had to go. But those who stayed bore witness to a spectacle of epic proportions. There was crowd interaction. All manners of wild dancing occurred. Underwear exited third storey windows. It may have been the best set of punk rock I have ever seen, and I've been going to punk shows since the 80s. It was a show in the most over-the-top sense of the word. I mean, friggin' wow.
At the last minute we found a place to stay, as a very noble Rhode Islander stepped forward to put us up. No paid stays yet. Thank you, America!
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