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ngb:
this is the interior of the variety playhouse. it’s funny to think there was a (were some) revival(s) in there at some point in the past
Praise the Playhouse!
at one point the pastor of the variety-playhouse-when-it-was-a-church was my friend ben’s grandfather. ben’s dad grew up in the variety playhouse, which sounds like a pretty pimp formative environment.
Girl in the bottom left corner is like, “Shit y’all, when is this gonna become a music venue so me standing here with my arms crossed looking like I want to die will put me in the majority? If I had a beer bottle I would walk up to the trash can right by the stage and throw it in like I just don’t care, which incidentally is how these people are throwing their hands in the air! NEVERMIND GET ME OUT OF HERE I’M GOING TO THE CLERMONT.”
