I kind of love my regular spot because we all know we’re relying on each other for our survival. Sure, it’s not the kind of place where you can consistently expect the same vibe night after night. In a weekend we’ll have freestyle jazz, old school house, grime and hip hop and some stoney performance art involving a humanoid rabbit pantomiming in a little walled garden to the tune of a 90–minute synthwave ballad. And everyone’s cool with all of it, because we want our special place to thrive. I enjoy about a third of the artists that play there, but I love it so very much and would cut off my arm to keep it going.