With dusty fingers, I report from the Carrie Furnaces, upon which our crack-team crew of set-designers, carpenters, and cleaners descended this weekend to get to work. One would have to be entirely devoid of soul and character not to experience the visceral emotional reaction to swinging hammers down at the Carrie Furnaces that we experienced this weekend. Building something in that amazing space, where so many iron workers -- many of whom were your relatives and ours -- had bleed, sweat, cried and died before us, is remarkable. Even when our hammers echo across the AC powerhouse, which is now nearly empty, we couldn't help but to be transported to a time when the furnaces were full of workers, equipment, and machines, getting a much bigger job done. That job was building America. Our job is so incredibly trivial by comparison. But, we approach it with the same reverence, as not to do so would disgrace the workers who labored so hard here before us.
We are working hard to throw an unbelievable party for you. Our main bar and DJ stage, which spans the width of the AC Powerhouse is nearly done. I'd love to keep my cool and calm and try to hide my excitement, but IT'S FREAKIN' AWESOME. It's funny: when big corporations try to market to "young people," they shoot a tv commercial of someone photographing an "epic" concert in some warehouse or people drinking crappy macro-brews at an impromptu roof-top party. Everyone's having fun. Everything is cool and seemingly effortlessly so. And the desired reaction is "man, I wish that I lived in a cool place where awesome stuff like this happened so I could use my new smart phone to photograph it." Or "man, if I just drank more budweiser, awesome things would happen around here." Well, we're trying to throw that party, but with no big corporate sponsor, just with a little help from our friends, who all happen to be other small local businesses. It has by no means been effortless and there's no shitty beer or Smirnoff ice (thank goodness). But, I hope (and, after today, I think that I know) that, at this party, you'll have a sense that what you're doing is being part of something special, for the furnaces and the region. And I hope that you can connect back to that same feeling that we've had as we continue to build our set: namely, that not long ago, there were hard working people in this very same place making iron that built not just our city, but our whole nation. We can't compare to the achievements of those workers. But we can help keep their memory alive by throwing one hell of a party and bringing that sacred place alive for one more evening (and hopefully, many more days and evenings to come in the future).
We hope you'll be part of this party. If you haven't already purchased your tickets (or if your friends haven't already purchased their tickets), get them here and get them now, before it's too late: http://hitchcockhalloweenpgh.eventbrite.com/?aff=ibcblog
[n.b. this blog post was drafted from the Indepedent, with Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA" spinning in the background]