The venue was sold in December of 2017 to the owners of The Elbo Room, formerly on Valencia St in SF. Incandescent lit Archways sparkle like diamonelle lined keyhole beacons, granting passage through the iron gates and ominous grey walls of a 2 story saloon, reminiscent of a Camelot-esque ghost town casino in a boardwalk town long forgotten, an amber glow beams through the crack of Red double door
s which when opened, reveal a jewel box-like covenant adorned in burl, velvet, Leather and Brass along with a vibrant cast of vagabonds, hippies, jocks and professionals as vibrant and diverse as the socially panoramic city that surrounds. A crackle pops as a needle drops on 7" wax cut through crystal clear, hi-fi stereo-phonics and superb subsonic waveforms, air waves cast out like spells from a wizard-like woman's sleeves whose wands are Technic 1200's, her spell book a crate of incantations ranging from Tupac to T-Rex, Eno to ELO, from Pharcyde to Suicide, War to Wire and Archie Bell to Belle and Sebastian or Frank Black to Barry White, conjured is the soundtrack seemingly spanning space and time in a sound-proof capsule padded by the casual conversation comprised cacophony of socially lubricated lampers purring in unison while the clash of spirit trapped bottles ring like bells at the hands of a masterful chemist who dances back and forth from brass taps of frothing liquid gold and a well of brown and chartreuse elixirs, a lab for the cure for each patient patron. The barkeep's scanning glance intersects and catches your gaze as he turns to your company and warmly says` "Welcome to the Night Light friend, What will it be? ".... to be continued
