Spun at the Last Drop

On a day to day basis in the Aughts, we Free Schoolers had responsibilities to attend to, just like anyone else. When we had free time, one favored place to congregate was the Last Drop, a coffee shop at 13th and Pine, near but not in the gayborhood, close also to South Street. The Last Drop was a hipster's paradise, from the high, coffered, ambient ceiling (think Paris) to the Making Time DJs who both worked and held court there. The Last Drop was open late, too.

What was spun, at the Last Drop, was half the fun. In the early Aughts, the map of what the Last Drop played was widely expansive, from Le Tigre and Belle and Sebastian to Hall and Oates. The Last Drop phase which I found most intriguing happened later: in late 2007, for several months, all we heard was Black Sabbath (Sabbath Bloody Sabbath) and King Crimson (In the Court of King Crimson). This was engineered by one Annie Daley, who clearly had something to say then, and said it.