Within the Warehouse District and among the studios, there is Last Concert Cafe. Tis spot has stood the test of time, far passing many places within the city, having been around for more than four decades. Wednesday nights, those you can remember the psychedelic days sit around on the sanded back porch, istening to live music and selling blown glass under a wooden hut. Mid night is filled with the sound of the drum circle, which I have seen made from more than forty people at once. The watermelon boat has not moved for a matter of years, but instead serves as an easy mark in which to locate the spot.