SPACE BACON EXCURSIONS | BRIDGEPORT | 2022

Photos by Miles Hurley

Springtime began to show its hand as a drawn out winter came to a close. It was a lovely Saturday night in the glistening city of Bridgeport, Connecticut. Space Bacon arrived at the newly renovated Park City Music Hall with presence, eager to check out the upgraded stage and setting. The new and improved layout coupled with the artist hospitality greatly improved the overall atmosphere of the venue.

Photo by Scott Harris

Musically, the show featured expansive elements of sauced up rock n’ roll and Berlinesque soundtracks for brain-juggling ecstasy intake. Two of the most notable teases of the night were Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns n Roses and The National Anthem by Radiohead. Listen to the soundboard and see if you can find them! The show also featured the long awaited return of the Space Bacon staple, Yiddish Spinach. It was borderline religious and I look forward to witnessing it again in the future.

The backstage entertainment is always vital to the live show. When that plate of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies hit the table in the green room, I saw my hopes and dreams flash before my eyes. My senses tingled. It was divine. The collective consciousness of the room elevated into a sphere that is unknown to most. Based on our reactions, you would’ve thought that it was a plate of Peruvian flake straight from the intestines of a mule. The flavor and overall texture of each cookie represented the fact that paradise may exist in the exquisite nature of a heartfelt culinary expedition. Sugar rushes have been known to entice Space Bacon to break into unforgiving duntzgeon soundscapes. This time was no different.

This band keeps me on my toes. I used to get molly whopped and slide around the dancefloor. I used to get rocked out and crawl around the floor of a Courtyard Marriot like Tommy Pickles looking for his bottle. It was fun until it wasn’t. Six months ago I was unsure if I’d be able to travel and attend shows. Space Bacon has continued to show me what it’s all about. It’s not about the powders, pills, or the booze. It’s not about brain shattering hallucinations. It’s not about twenty pounders in bathtubs. It’s not about 72 hour benders fueled by animalistic degeneracy. It’s about the electrifying connectivity of live music. It’s about the uniquely fierce nature of jamtronica. It’s about the comradery of the band and crew. It’s about the collective teamwork of creative hustle. It’s about seeing new places and gaining the support of new fans. It is about the laughter, it is *always* about the laughter. And last but not least, it’s about the motherfucking food. We stay hungry cuz.

Philly, here we come.