
There's an old, bittersweet saying that goes something along the lines of this: "You can never go home again." I'd like to submit an exception to that statement: "...unless you call Baltimore home." This past Friday, the Windup Space's recently constructed stage was adorned not unlike someone's living room, with antiqueish/kitschy decor such as Buddha lamps. The warm yellow glow of incandescent bulbs cast a much warmer light than the typically harsh stage lights. The room was nicely filled before Ami Dang took the stage, and things felt [...]