On my first visit here the other day, all I could see was abandoned warehouses either side of Green Street. I couldn't even see a sign above any of the buildings to say 'Green Street Arts'.
In the end, I had to ring my friend who was already in the venue. But I think struggling to find a way in is actually all part of the fun! It made the venue seem more anticipating.
Once you do finally get inside, you are immediately greeted by friendly faces that provide a warm, welcoming feel. And in fact, one of the bar staff members refers to themselves as 'Mom' and takes this active role to make sure everybody is looked after. It's really that homely! I was also convinced that one of the other staff members was Jeff Bridges for most of the night, but unfortunately I was sadly mistaken.
The venue has kept its industrial frame, and remains a blank canvas with paint-peeling walls, grotty bricks and dirt, which is exactly what a music venue should be all about. For me personally, no venue should be too clean, as it tends not to complement my music taste.
The added ceiling parachute, door in the floor and 'flat downstairs' also provide a perfect 'anything goes' ethos to both the room and the atmosphere. As a punter, you'll immediately fit in without any worries, as well as enjoy a cheap tipple and some good tunes along the way. read more