Russell De Ocampo, the owner of the Windup Space, accidentally told City Paper photographer J.M. Giordano that he could photograph Chris LaMartina, the director of Call Girl of Cthulhu, for this issue (see "Whole Lotta Lovecraft,") at the same time that Stoop Storytelling's Jessica Henkin was having her 40th-birthday karaoke party at the bar. So, at the bar, there was a strange mix of Cthulhu cultists wearing black robes and tentacles dangling off their faces and Melissa O'Brien in her titular call-girl get-up, plus folks like author/former Style editor/co-Stoopifer Laura Wexler, honky-tonk hero Arty Hill (go online to hear an exclusive new track), and the birthday girl's husband, Aaron Henkin, who sang, of course, "War Pigs" for his karaoke round.
Speaking of photographers, the next evening, much of the CP community gathered at Pier Six to celebrate the life of Sam Holden, who passed away two weeks ago. I last saw Sam at Wrongfest, where we both had bands playing. He was so psyched that his new band, the Pearly Goats, was able to play and support Joe MacLeod-erstwhile creative director and current Mr. Wrong columnist-that he beat the hell out of the drums, grinning his way through each of the Goats' epic stoner-rock songs. The class displayed by Holden's friends, partner, and father, who spoke at the memorial, inspired the crowd gathered around the water, over which a rainbow formed.
But the tributes to Sam aren't done. Among other things, he was a teacher, and Notre Dame of Maryland University is hosting a photography show called In-Joke featuring the work of students inspired by Holden, including Stacy Bauer, Cassidy Toulan, Aquilina Faginas, Jessica Boyce, and Alexandra Lindley. The students were inspired by the humor Sam used to critique their work and inspire them. The world would be better if everyone had even a bit of Holden's humor. There's a reception on May 13 in the Civera Gallery at 4:30 p.m.
After Saturday's event, Rodney Henry, 2013's "Best Baltimorean," led a bunch of folks to the 3rd Eye Lounge, the new bar operated by Andy Rubin, the erstwhile owner of Cyclops Books and part-owner of 31 Tigers record label, and Angela Devoti, who had been harshly reviewed (and seemingly unfairly, by name) by The Sun's Wesley Case a while back. It's in the other half of Lumbini, near Mick O'Shea's, and is a classy-looking, if not yet crowded place. I got held up talking and missed the crowd and, having found a free pass, stopped into the Hustler Club, where I drunkenly tried to convince a dancer to write a regular blog for us. The work, it never ends.