By J. R. Holloway
It’s a living space—often a dilapidated Victorian, a converted warehouse, or a subdivided duplex—occupied predominantly by musicians, roadies, zinesters, artists, and fugitives from the straight world. The walls are covered in layers of flyers from bands you’ve never heard of (and three you should have). The carpet is a biohazard. The PA system is worth more than the plumbing. all through the night hardcore boarding house full
– First light. Someone who never sleeps is quietly sweeping broken glass. A pot of coffee is started. The sound from the night has faded to a low ringing in everyone’s ears. The house is still full. It will be full until noon, when people slowly wake up, make toast, and leave without saying goodbye. The walls are covered in layers of flyers
And here is the unspoken rule that governs every one of these dens of distortion and DIY ethics: It stays active all through the night. And it is always full. – First light
– The pre-show calm. Residents are eating cold pizza, taping setlists to the floor, and arguing about which pedal is broken. The house is already “full” with residents, but the real flood hasn’t started.
Do you have a hardcore boarding house story? Share it in the comments. And if you’re looking for an all-night, full-house experience near you, start by going to local punk shows and asking the sweatiest person in the pit. They’ll know. Keywords used organically: all through the night, hardcore boarding house, full, hardcore, boarding house, all through the night hardcore, boarding house full.
And when the sun finally rises, and the last person stops yelling into a microphone, and the house is still full of sleeping bodies wrapped in dirty blankets, you realize: