A bluesy spell was cast in Baltimore
You ever walk into a place and just feel the voltage in the air?
I’m not talking static cling or nervous excitement here: I mean full-blown, skin-prickling, ribcage-thumping electricity. That kind of buzz that hits you before the lights even dim, before a single chord is struck, before the first “whoo!” ricochets off the walls.
That was the Baltimore Soundstage on Sunday night, June 29. A night pinned between a muggy Mid-Atlantic heatwave and the tail end of Pride weekend. The humidity was thick enough to bite through, but no one gave a damn — we were all packed shoulder to shoulder and already sweating bullets by the time Samantha Fish took the stage.