Bros and Barbecues on the West Side

by by Jonah Wolf

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Last spring, I wrote about Sidewalk Ends Farm, a new urban agriculture effort on Providence's West Side. This past Saturday, the Midnight Hour stopped by as Sidewalk Ends celebrated the birthday of farmhand (and former Indy sports editor) Nick Carter. A friend plucked out old-time banjo tunes next to a grill full of burgers and peaches, veggie skewers and corn.

(Bonus: Greil Marcus on "I Wish I Was A Mole In The Ground.")


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The party continued past sunset, lit by candles that were placed on top of the chicken coop. Some attendees worried for the safety of the newly laying chickens. Harry and the Potters drummer Jacob Nathan explained his concept for a literal Battle of the Bands to members of Cool World.

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After struggling to finish the keg, we walked to Soft Approach, a.k.a. Building 13, where Nashville punk duo JEFF the Brotherhood were finishing their set. Jamin Orral's half-strung guitar alternated bloozy licks with thrashy riffs ("not un-Misfits-y," said Nick); his drummer brother Jake swigged Jim Beam from an audience member's flask. Neither seemed inspired by the thirty-odd-person crowd: Jamin reminisced about a wilder Providence show, four Fourths of July ago, when a cop forcibly unplugged his guitar. Instead, much of the excitement Saturday night came from a particularly lanky audience member who Cornholio-ed his t-shirt and poured Miller High Life (which Soft Approach sells out of a Coke machine) into his mouth and of whom I heard it said, "I hope doo gets his dick slapped around by like five cops."