December Sundays are the dead zone of the live music calendar. The year is winding down, everyone is broke from presents, and the bands that play anyway are doing it for the people who would show up regardless.
That is the correct condition for a small room. There is no industry in the audience in the second week of December, no one taking meetings, nobody there to be seen — just a couple hundred people who would rather be in a dark room on Kettner than at another holiday party pretending to enjoy a white elephant exchange.
The Casbah has been the constant in San Diego music for over thirty years, the room where nearly every band this city produced played early and badly before they got good. A Sunday night bill there is the venue doing what it has always done.
Doors at half seven on Sunday the thirteenth of December, music at half eight.
December Sundays are the dead zone of the live music calendar. The year is winding down, everyone is broke from presents, and the bands that play anyway are doing it for the people who would show up regardless.
That is the correct condition for a small room. There is no industry in the audience in the second week of December, no one taking meetings, nobody there to be seen — just a couple hundred people who would rather be in a dark room on Kettner than at another holiday party pretending to enjoy a white elephant exchange.
The Casbah has been the constant in San Diego music for over thirty years, the room where nearly every band this city produced played early and badly before they got good. A Sunday night bill there is the venue doing what it has always done.
Doors at half seven on Sunday the thirteenth of December, music at half eight.
December Sundays are the dead zone of the live music calendar. The year is winding down, everyone is broke from presents, and the bands that play anyway are doing it for the people who would show up regardless.
That is the correct condition for a small room. There is no industry in the audience in the second week of December, no one taking meetings, nobody there to be seen — just a couple hundred people who would rather be in a dark room on Kettner than at another holiday party pretending to enjoy a white elephant exchange.
The Casbah has been the constant in San Diego music for over thirty years, the room where nearly every band this city produced played early and badly before they got good. A Sunday night bill there is the venue doing what it has always done.
Doors at half seven on Sunday the thirteenth of December, music at half eight.