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Last night’s SCENE party honored Old Crow Medicine Show. At around 10:45 p.m., concert attendees and SCENE members flooded the entrance of Prohibition on King Street, crushed past a couple of volunteer greeters armed with clipboards, and checked their civility at the door all in order to make it to the bar where signature cocktails flowed freely. Your trusty correspondent almost didn’t make it past the airtight security due to a SNAFU. Though I knew I was definitely on the list, the gatekeeper informed me that I was in fact, not. God bless the smartphone. A quick foray into archived emails with Spoleto organizers earned me the golden ticket of entry, and my posse and I glided forth into the night.  [image-1]
While there was no discernible theme to this party, the vibe recalled last month’s kick-off at Memminger Auditorium. It seems that among the key ingredients to a successful SCENE event one will find: music pumping out at death-defying decibels and lots of Cathead Vodka. Sadly, pork belly sliders did not make a reappearance. However, Prohibition ponied up to provide a variety of tasty treats — devilled eggs, fried oysters, tempura vegetables, and skewered chicken corn dogs — which lasted all of 20 minutes.
[image-5]Breaking from tradition, I had bartender Ian Farley mix me a glass of the evening’s alternative beverage — Gentry Bourbon’s answer to a Moscow Mule. Bourbon whiskey, honey, lemon juice and spicy ginger beer tipped back the hatch a little too easily, but provided the necessary lubrication to start mingling with the crowd. The pleasant weather beckoned people out onto the patio, which was a bit of a shame considering Mike Quinn and the Charleston 80 were crooning away inside. Vocalist Zandrina Dunning’s soulful pitch is the kind that makes you stop in your tracks. The band was overlooked last night, but I hear they attend many Spoleto events. If you see their name at a venue, make it a point to be there.

[image-6]Notes from people who actually attended the show included the observation that there was no place to use a bathroom. One observant North Carolinian also remarked upon the replacement of the lyric “North Carolina” with “South Carolina” during the band’s arguably most famous song, “Wagon Wheel.” For a native NC-er I can see how this might be disappointing, but how many times have you been jamming out to your favorite band at the Music Farm or Performing Arts Center and heard Charleston referred to as Charlotte?! I’m willing to bet at least once. So I tip my hat to OCMS for showing the fairer Carolina some love. [image-7]
I wish I had some dirt for you, readers. There’s bound to be some SCENE drama soon, and it’s my mission to deliver it to your doorstep — er, computer screen, the moment I uncover it. Maybe I should stop telling people I’m writing for City Paper. I’ll work on my sleuthing, and in the meantime, to anyone who’s going to the second show tonight: make sure you pack your Depends. [image-8]