In a crowd where “set change” is synonymous for almost all with “smoke break,” a rare moment of hollow space allowed me to see and appreciate the space I was in: a low ceiling using burlap coffee sacs as its acoustical installation, a stage backdrop of unintentionally floral curtains and a cement floor soon to be re-covered by the miscellaneous shoes of post-teen youths stuck as, regardless of gender, 16-year-old boys. This could only be a venue and audience for…