Ports o’ Call Bedroom, run out of Jon Barba’s poolhouse-cum-bedroom at his parents’ house in West Covina, is my favorite venue in town and the friendliest and coziest of LA’s DIY house party dives. People were in a bad mood when we arrived, though, after an overly-long performance by David Liebe Hart—who left in a huff and talked racist shit because he wasn’t paid for the gig (an established pre-condition for the show because—duh—the fucking thing was happening in a dude’s bedroom).
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