|Posted on Friday, January 27, 2012 - 10:18 pm: |
Why is my most vivid memory of the Decanter that shooting....omg, when? around '69? My second strange memory is long about that same time (maybe same night) when my childhood friend, Sandy, who hung out with us in The Corridor (we were WSU students at the time) met her husband to be -- a hubby who was not to be shortly thereafter, post lovely girl-child and his inflated ego explosion. Both sound like unfortunate memories, but truly the best of the Decanter was the small, intimate venue and the great music by Shadowfax and others of which we were so damn lucky to have been a part (yes, I always felt we were part of that whole, that brillant, electrifying, exhilerating whole, even not being the musicians ourselves).
|Posted on Thursday, January 24, 2013 - 4:27 am: |
My recollection of the violence at the Decanter was of a stabbing, not a shooting. As I recall Bill Fredericks (bar tender at the time) description: An attempted robbery across Palmer led to the victim stabbing the perpetrator, who then dragged himself into the Decanter. Were their two incidents?
|Posted on Thursday, February 28, 2013 - 9:05 pm: |
I love Marks work. Humor and content are alawys evident in Marks work. When he puts on a show, the individual peices come together as an instalation. The work has the ability to change the feeling of a space.