Josh has already told you about most of what happened last night inside and on the street [mb]. There was mayhem, there was a room full of dirt, there were Lars Bergquist animals pasted on the walls and things scrawled on every surface. Outside there were police, and people drumming on a Dumpster and throwing bottles at cops, and shouting, and a terrible act of wolf thievery.

The show on the roof started at 1:30, and was reached by climbing a ladder through a small opening on the second floor. The roof was lit with floodlights, which were disorienting to emerge into, and as soon as a person’s head and shoulders would poke through the hole a man would shout, “Oh heavens! It’s a…” some sort of animal. And it was just then that your eyes would adjust to the lights and you’d realize that there were people in folding chairs, staring at you. You were the show, for the moment. Once you climbed all the way out, someone would hand you a shot of booze and the shouting man would loudly encourage you to use and share the blankets, and the relief at moving out of the lights and into the shadows with a shot is indescribable. Probably because I was already drunk.

The roof had been turned into a makeshift woodland, the floor covered in dirt with sad fragile pansies planted and wilting in it. Cardboard cutouts of (soon to be stolen from Josh) wolves sat scattered around. Implied Violence put on a show about a woman who had drowned her son and, in true Implied Violence fashion, she told her story again and again in increasingly frantic and disjointed ways. Scarves were pulled out of a mouth. A terrifying mostly naked man stood huddled in a blanket, emerging to be scary and go away. There was a rain of crickets and Orkestar Zirconium played off to the side. It was bewildering and cold and therefore perfect, and the only answer was to have a dance party.

After the “show” was over they let everyone come up on the roof and join the dance party, and honestly, having a dance party on soon-to-be-demolished roof covered in dirt and flowers and wolves was strangely heartwarming. And then the band filed out into the street and the police came and I, of course, wanted to hug everyone in the world. I’m sorry. It’s just how I am.

I know that you were all there, too, and taking much better pictures than my drunken self with my crappy camera could take. Let us know about the fun you had and the pictures you took in the comments, please.