By Artie Capshaw

Staircasing the Joint got their (not so great) name from playing a club two towns from here where the stage was a stairway to nowhere. “The second floor has been condemned or something,” recalls Pablo Pillock, the self-styled “SpanBrit Bandit” who runs this band like a drill squad sergeant. “This stairway was the stage. You stood on the steps and played.” And lest you’re imagining Newportian grandeur, “it was only maybe six feet wide, with a wall on each side. Cosy. Cool, I guess, but really…. Enclosed. Scary.”
Especially when he heard a sound on the other side of the door to nowhere. A knocking. “If someone, or something, wanted to be let in,” says Pillock, “ I wasn’t going to let that happen. I was full of justifications: It was an echo from the drums or bass in that small area. It was a storage closet for the bar up there. It was a demon from hell.”
“That’s when my hair started turning white. It happened right there.”
Adds a little depth to the band responsible for “Poptasticolorfuxplosion,” don’t it?

Pritty Ser Secco and Neuss Pastore at the Bullfinch; world music from scholars at the college on the hill.. Spring Up and The Cunningtons at Hamilton’s… The McSars and PipeLime, underground from down under, at D’ollaire’s for a reasonable price…