You should go to more shows in the apartments of total strangers. Swap out pissy bouncers and will-call debacles and $18 beers for friendly, bearded dudes who introduce themselves, invite you in, and cheerfully point you toward the fridge, the (clean!) bathroom, and the cozy bedroom–living room–great room–conservatory that tonight serves as the Venue, one-hundredth the size of your Knitting Factories and Bowery Ballrooms and, as you're sitting cross-legged on the floor with a six-pack and soaking up a much welcome nostalgic kindergarten-assembly air, infinitely... More >>>