Wednesday is service industry night. Thursday is reggae night. Friday and Saturday are best curated dj sets on the seacoast night and, well, you know what Sunday night is at The Red Door Portsmouth. I had to ask some younger folks what trap was; they told me I really didn’t want to know! Am I that old or is it that bad? I’m betting on the latter 😉
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Great door….
Thanks 🙂
Cool door…I’ve no idea what “trap” is…Cheers!
Thanks and we don’t want to know 🙂
I know “Trap” as it refers to drugs and drug dealing, but it seems there is a hip-hop rip-off style music known has trap, also. So I think the young folks were right, you don’t really want to know. Great red door. Is the light above the door red as well?
I’m impressed, Tim, with your knowledge of the genres! Thanks and no, the light was a dusty old black metal one.
Your “Red Door” place reminds me somewhat of the Sunshine theater downtown. They have lots of concerts from weird nobodies to really well known bands. Some years ago I took my daughter to a concert at the Sunshine. The warmup band was a strange, grungy-punkish type band that looked they had crawled out of a dumpster. The bassist’s guitar had one string and the other guitars only had a few strings, although I think the drummer had a complete set of drums. Surprisingly enough, they got some pretty interesting music out their string deficit instruments, and I ended up liking them better than the name band. But the thing that struck me at that time was how many kids that looked to be no more than 8 or 10 years old that were at the concert with no parents or adult guardians in sight. The crowd was rough, mostly drugged out older teens and 20+ year olds — not what I would consider a good environment for younger kids.
Wow! Talk about lack of parental guidance. Rowdiest concert I ever went to was an AWB one where everyone in there seemed to be lighting up and I came home smelling like “those” cigarettes. Had to explain to mom it was second hand smoke and not me.
And she bought your story? 😉
Yes because at that time I had asthma and any smoking would have been dangerous to my health. Plus who would be stupid enough to come home reeking of the stuff if they had partaken to face the wrath of my mom.
I guess you have a point there. I used to come home reeking of cigarettes and pot just from riding the bus home from school. We had some bus drivers who let the low-lives do as they pleased back in the early 70’s. It was a lot of work to get a bus driver fired back then.
Nice door and now I know at least two more meanings of “trap”. At this stage of the game, however, if I learn something new, I’ll probably forget something. I just tested myself and I still remember my name, address and phone number. Whew!
I figure as long as I can keep learning something new I am doing well. Now what was I talking about? 😉