What we play on the lawn between sundown and 11pm. Roughly. The bartender takes liberties.
BY THE BARTENDER
SHILLONG IS THE ROCK CAPITAL OF THE COUNTRY.
We act accordingly. The volume goes up at 21:00 and we don't apologise.Sundown opens with something with horns. By eight, we're in soul. By ten, the local bands take over and the lawn becomes a different room entirely.
§18:00 — THE WARM-UP
Khruangbin. Hiatus Kaiyote. Anything you can pour a negroni to without watching the glass.
§20:00 — THE ROOM FINDS ITSELF
Some Bill Withers. A Soulquarians cut you forgot about. The plates from dinner are clearing themselves.
"By the second night, the bartender knows your drink and the DJ knows your face. Probably."
§22:00 — THE LAWN RETURNS
Local bands. Soulmate. The Plihranglait Brothers when they're around. A standing offer on the drummer's first idea.
