Springsteen, Mackelmore, and Bonnie Raitt, Part 2

Later that week, I wandered over to the Near West Side neighborhood here in Syracuse to find an underground punk rock space called “The Warehouse”.  I couldn’t find it at first.  I had the address, but there was no storefront or sign (I guess that’s where the underground part comes in).  Finally, I parked on the street, wandered into an alley, and ended up in a parking area. Walking into the building through a truck sized garage door, I encountered a cavernous space with a couple of tables and overstuffed couches.  At the end of the space there were three loading docks, where the bands were setting up, one on each dock.  The word I was looking for when I walked in was sketchy, but I was game for an adventure.  The women at the door were really nice, and I found a chair in a corner to sit down where I passed the time until the show started texting my friends so I didn’t feel like how I presented – a geriatric sore thumb!!

Continue reading “Springsteen, Mackelmore, and Bonnie Raitt, Part 2”