The Thursday Night Party | Lost Dog at Amp the Alley By now, Thursdays in Aiken arrive with bated breath. You can feel it in the way the chairs start stacking near the door, in the slow-down of the last afternoon meeting, in the hopeful glances at the sky. Because Thursday means music. It means downtown fills in — not in a rush, but like a tide. It means people you know, and people you don’t yet, gathered under lights that flicker on just as the sun lets go. But this past Th

It was a 70% chance for storms According to nearly every weather app Kenny and I could get our hands on. The sky couldn’t make up its mind. It had the look of someone hovering just outside Southbound Smokehouse on karaoke night, deciding whether the line — and the stage fright — were worth it. At 6:15, The Alley was a scatterplot of hopeful folding chairs and maybe five people pretending not to refresh their radar app.

The Locals Flooded The Alley Admittedly the Masters Week blitz had a bit of mixed results. Interestingly enough, the Thursday of Masters was the biggest of the week; some combination This year we tried something new and kicked it off with a full week of music for the coveted Masters Week! Despite being from Florida and growing up around golf, I'm not sure if I've lived where there was a giant PGA tournament, so I don't know if anyone else has A WEEK - but in the