Back in the mid-80s I went to a big punk rock/art-damage show in an "underground" warehouse show in Orange County, California. The people who put it on went all out on decorating their illegal club. They must have been trying for some kind of post-apoc bat cave thing because the most striking motif was created by hundreds or thousands of black plastic bags shredded and hanging from the low ceiling (from which hung no sprinklers.)
Since the billowing fingers of the shredded bags hung to just about 8 feet feet from the floor all it would have taken was one drunk waving a Bic lighter to start the whole thing on fire.
There were two narrow doors... both about 120 feet from the stage in the front of the warehouse space.
We left very early and, thank goodness, nothing apparently happened besides the typical drunken fights.
(On top of that, they were using an industrial laser for the light show -- I suffered a nasty (presumed) retinal burn that caused my eye to sting and itched for days [the kind of thing where you just keep using visine and it doesn't help]... and the smoke machine was pretty noxious, too. The club was shut down by the F.D. a week or so later. I wish it had been me that dropped the dime on the a--holes. I should have done it that night.)
Last edited by theblue1; 02-21-2003 at 11:28 AM.
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