It was High Zero weekend, and we were feeling super sad about missing what we both consider to be the most magical occasion of the year in Baltimore.  The usual four days of performances had turned to six, and we could only witness through FB the festival that had been our steady work and haunt for the past however many years.  There was no way, we felt, that Sydney could ever measure up…

And then, we stumbled upon a back-alleys and streets party billed as part of the Festival for Free Spaces, a wild, month-long homage to freedom of expression, neon, and well, straight-up weirdness.  From junk bands to solar-powered rubbish can sound-systems, chalk graffiti to face paint, this back-alley Newtown party took over the King Street in a rain drenched ode to joy.  It was like the High Zero Fells Point parade, only massive.  And most bizarre, coming from a town like Baltimore where an event like this would be populated by our friends, we didn’t know a single soul.

So who were those weirdos anyway?  Perhaps we need to move to the Inner West to find out…

P.S.–Baltimore, we still think you’re tops.