Just got home from a concert in Brooklyn, cops shut it down and we didn't get to catch the band we were waiting for. That said, we got to chill with the band outside and talk about their music and the Europe tour they just returned from. I got to witness an indescribable environment there, where abandoned factory buildings covered sidewalk to roof in mind-blowing graffiti art turned out to be not so abandoned at all, in fact housing rows of huge, high-ceiling apartments whose owners furnished their spaces into art and concert venues. It had never occurred to me that an artistic scene could sustain itself the way I witnessed it do so in the dumps of BK. Host a show, pay the rent with it, make more art, host a show. Like-minded artists and ironic hippie contrarians alike will come out of the woodwork to support one another and keep the dynamic going. It was really inspiring to see. 
