The PopCulteer
October 2, 2026
We’re going to look back at a very cool Tuesday night in Charleston, but first…
Today is BANDCAMP FRIDAY! This is the day when my favored streaming service, Bandcamp, foregoes their usual cut of the dough and lets the artists keep all the money spent on their music and merch.
If you scroll down and check out almost any post about an episode of Radio Free Charleston that has a playlist in this blog since 2023, you will find that the list of artists have links, many of which take you directly to that artist’s Bandcamp page. This harkens back to my mantra, “Support the Local Scene. Support Independent Music. And Buy Your Music In An Ethical Manner.”
You know what to do to support the local scene and independent artists. It doesn’t get much more ethical than this. Remember, it’s not just digital downloads. You can order vinyl, CDs, Cassettes, T Shirts, hats and all kinds of other cool band merch.
But now, back to the subject of today’s photo essay…
A Trippy Night, But Nobody Got Hurt
Tuesday night saw the debut of Ann Magnuson’s new Bongwater Cabaret show at The Empty Glass, as well as the related Ultra Violet Black Light Art Show just half a block away at The Ghost Gallery, located in the former Frutcake/Starlings Provisions building. This was all part of the pre-FestivFall events, leading into the cool stuff that’s still going on.
Mel and I had tickets to the late show, which was a wee bit daunting for yours truly. Since I had to go on meds for MG ten years ago, I lost my superpower of only needing four hours of sleep a night. Now I start to fade around 10 PM. This is why I’m not quite the presence I used to be in Charleston. Pre-meds, I used to be out late three or four nights a week. I miss that, but I enjoy being in the best health of my life too, so it’s a decent trade-off. Still, it’s nice to get out and see how surprisingly and spectacularly surreal Charleston can get at times.
It was a wonderful evening. Mel and I grabbed dinner, then got to the East End early enough to get to take in the Black Light art show, and I love what they’re doing with the Ghost Gallery. The artwork was incredible. I did a lousy job taking pictures and getting the names of the artists, so I will likely revisit this evening when I see if Mel’s photos are in focus, but it was amazing fun to be back at a local art event. I got to catch up with some great friends that I hadn’t seen since before Covid, like Kitty Killton, Joe Bolyard and Keith Allen, and it was just nice to be social again in a cool setting.
Ann even came over to The Ghost Gallery between shows and I managed not to crush her when I misstepped off a curb.
It is surreal to realize that, in the course of 72 hours, I got hugs from Ann, Kitty Killton, Joe Boylard and Ellen Greene. Plus a drunk guy in Baltimore who mistook me for somebody else.
After hanging out at the Gallery, we walked back to The Empty Glass and got to see Ann put on a fantastic show, very ably backed by The Carpenter Ants with Ammed Solomon and original Bongwater member, Randolph A. Hudson III. We were treated to a mix of psychedlic covers and Bongwater classics, and as always, Ann tapped into her Charleston roots to weave a wildly trippy and nostalgic view of the Kanawha Valley that she grew up in…and one that I was not far behind.
As Ann told her stories of Pepperland, my mind went back to 12-year-old Rudy bumming a ride off his older brother so I could go to Downtown Charleston’s head shop, not to get any smoking accessories or anything, but to buy the underground comix they kept in the back. Looking back, it’s sorta hilarious that I was steeped in hippie and drug culture and could get every joke on a Cheech and Chong album, yet I never actually had any interest in smoking pot or dropping acid.
It’s sort of like the way I love Tiki culture, but don’t drink, eat pork or like going near the beach. I guess I’m just a spectator that way.
Anyway, I did get a few usable photos on my phone, but I largely went as a civilian, and left the working cameras behind. Here’s a few images from the night…

Speaking of wigs, this was the only decent shot I got of Ammed, behind the drum kit…seen here in Harpo mode

Near the end of the evening, Ann dedicated The Monkees’ song, “Porpoises” to the memory of Eliska Hahn Diller, who would’ve turned 60 Tuesday.

That song triggered a memory I had, of being nine years old and staying up late on a weeknight to watch the Monkees movie, “Head” on “The CBS Late Movie” which was where the networks buried all their Hippie movies in the early 1970s

We leave you one last look at Ann onstage at The Glass. This was really a magical night, and I hope the folks in the big cities appreciate how special it is when Ann takes The Bongwater Cabaret on the road.
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