2003-06-02 - 1:13 p.m.
April 10
“The Fire” is a small venue in Philadelphia. Apparently there’s a decent music scene here that revolves around the club. The neighborhood is pretty sketchy but the fingers of gentrification are slowly taking hold. This will be just another unaffordable place to live before too long.
The club has two sides to it, the bar and the music room. The music room is long and skinny. Someone said it would hold 300 but 200 would be downright uncomfortable. The second floor of the building is an apartment (with room for the band to stay) and an office that a small indie label is run out of. The third floor is a recording studio. It’s a pretty cool setup.
A swingin‚ little trio called the “Jive Five Minus Two” open the evening’s festivities after which we play one long set. The 60 or so people who make up the audience whoop it up pretty damn good. I thought the show went well, if a bit short. Gentlemeeennn! Start your drinking! A few hoists and a bit of blathering later and I’m off to bed. Mike’s already asleep and snoring loudly in the room we were supposed to crash in so I grab a cot and pull it into the office. I fall asleep with the hum of the servers in my ear.
