If you missed last weekend's U+N Fest, you missed a whole mess of awesome. 4 shows in 3 nights, and dozens of bands.
Due to a few unavoidable mishaps, I ended up missing Second Best Western (a new group made up of members of Double Dagger, Pure Junk and Chester Stacey). And while I'm still kicking myself for missing it, I'm kicking myself a little less hard thanks to Jesse Morgan, who recorded the set.
So here they are, from last week, at the Metro Gallery - the first (and hopefully not the last) performance of Second Best Western.
Know who's to blame for everything that's wrong with "the kids" these days? Mr. Rogers. See, he told them they're special, and that, according to FOX, has created a generation of lazy, entitled liberals. Oh yeah, they also manage to work some racism into their 6 minute indictment of the iconic TV figure.
Lest Baltimore's Powwow Festivalgoers think they are unique in the surprising police crackdown of some springtime merriment, on Saturday in my old college town of Salisbury, in my old college neighborhood of Smith (St.) and Hazel (Ave.) police arrived because they claim 500 - 700 people had gathered to drink and have a party.
The cops then began pepperspraying college students, claiming someone threw rocks and bottles at them.
I think I can see the Haus O' Losers and almost The Way-Out Haus from this shot. Right around the corner was the Hippie Haus, Haus O' Rok and my house, Haus O' Sweet Pain. (Back in the late '80s/early '90s, we called all the houses that our friends lived in Haus).
Cops busting up parties and pepperspraying students while drug dealers sling rock on corners just serveral blocks been a Smith/Hazel tradition for years.
This year marked the 26th Annual Powwow at Ferry Bar Park over behind the scenic Port Covington Wal-Mart.
For years this festival stood as a regional rite of spring (like Sowebo Festival) as the nexus of Baltimore's hippie meets alternative culture gathered along a beach often strewn with medical waste (I shit you not, in '94 or '95 my girlfriend at the time went to sit down on the beach, screamed, pulled up her hand and it had a syringe sticking out of it that looked like it washed ashore from the hospital across the water), to contract poison ivy as you piss in the woods while yahoos in boats cruised the beach line to watch the ladies squat, drink cans of Natty Boh and buy cheap balloons filled with nitrous while bands with an insufficient sound system made a racket.
Unfortunately, the 26th Annual Powwow was busted up by Baltimore's finest because, evidently, there are no more violent crimes to investigate or open-air drug markets to shut down.
When Tim Sappington filmed this video of himself shooting a horse in the head and sending a message to animal activists, he was an employee of Valley Meat Co. - a New Mexico meat processor who is trying to get federal approval to convert from a beef to a horse meat processing plant.