Can’t fool me. There’s a Dapper Dan smiling behind all that analog Wooly Willy. The engineer wouldn’t know it. The engineer has abandoned the faders and curled up in the ancient wing, surrounded by Roman marble portraiture. If you put on the headphones, you’ll hear the fuzz, but out here, in the ancient wing, the only sound is a crying baby, from behind a column, out of sight, crying in even intervals. Don’t expect any cries or moans out of the engineer though — just jitters.
The band will be performing this evening from 10:00-10:20 pm. Take the elevator up to the fourth floor. Watch your step and take a right. Follow the red arrows and kitty litter. The warehouse can be overwhelming, especially to first-time visitors. All you really need to remember is to take a right, NOT A LEFT. Boxer on guard loose from broken rusty cage with sharp teeth and studded dog collar. The alarm will go off, but the band won’t be able to hear you over their own volume. You are on your own.