Neat!
I was the technician there 92-93. During that time the Cameo was really what I would term a “last bastion” art-music and experimental audio-visual facility, the second to last in line of a string of renovated haunts for the discerning artist and spectator, that eventually gave way to gentrification, which is an understandable evolution of any old building. Why cry? The performance art in mid-week was fresh, the occasional raves were a blur, and sometimes a huge industrial act would grace us. Not to mention great jams next door and on the ROOF. Did I say its haunted? Well it is. I hope to play on that stage again. Anfo Merc
Neat!
I was the technician there 92-93. During that time the Cameo was really what I would term a “last bastion” art-music and experimental audio-visual facility, the second to last in line of a string of renovated haunts for the discerning artist and spectator, that eventually gave way to gentrification, which is an understandable evolution of any old building. Why cry? The performance art in mid-week was fresh, the occasional raves were a blur, and sometimes a huge industrial act would grace us. Not to mention great jams next door and on the ROOF. Did I say its haunted? Well it is. I hope to play on that stage again. Anfo Merc