Summer started early this year when Black Landlord stepped off of the mosaic fresco that lines the walls of the Tiberino compound and rocked some tunes in late May.   At least thats what the cactus derivative i'd ingested earlier in the evening tried to tell my nervous system.  Sometimes the planets line up just right. The crowd was bursting out the door and there was a line to get in the front as I jumped from the cab and started to hear the sweet riffs of "Grandmom"  I was singing along as i pushed my way through the young crowd and nodded to the door guys and descended into chaos,  hotties abounding....It was shaping up to be another classic late night with the lord....Then i noticed the music was techno and some dude was asking me what the fuck i was doing here, was i looking for my daughter or something?

Ahhh...fratboys....

     Seems there was a lame frat party three doors away that night and i was sorta lost....

     There was mad pussy at this spot too.  the Fine dancing kind and the other kind.  MAxx put on a truly multi-sensory performance this evening and what a spot for mayhem of the Black Landlord variety.   The peyote was really cresting there, the band was as tight as they've ever been and the trapeze girls and fire eaters made the whole shebang seem like the bridge sequence in apocalypse now, but way cooler because there were alot less bullets and better music. 

plus the airfare to cambodia would be cost prohibitive....Hopefully this event becomes the official start to summer in philadelphia.  I can see people in togas, shot girls, the fire eaters, ballers, shot callers, never shop in the mallers.....It was a magical setting with a great vibe the kind of magical evening in which legends begin.  MAxx was relating how, as a lad, many was the night he wore the tiberino compound out with merrymaking and hijinx.  And the band was tight as shit.  This night was the spark.  This was the night Black Landlord became true professional musicians.  I saw it happen. 

     And after the show, sometimme before the sun came up, the band simply slipped right back up into the moisaic, and waited for the next shaman to call on them for a ritual of song.