What a strange night. I frequented the Funhouse last night for the first time since new management refurbished the bar/club. It looks slightly better than how I remembered it. But what lifts the Funhouse above its competitors is the makeshift basketball court just outside its confines. It’s quite refreshing to shoot hoops between sets and get in a game or two of MULE with local drunks and touring musicians.

The actual show consisted of bracing sets of tinnitus-inducing no-wave rock from the Factums and Sightings and a graffiti-erasing noise display by Withdrawal Method. And I received 5 cassettesnot CD-Rsfrom various folks. What a strange night.