As a general rule, I always try to arrive to events 30-45 minute ahead of time, if not more, so as to provide leeway for any unplanned occurrences (i.e. road closures, bumping into an old friend, losing your keys, etc.). This might seem overboard, but when it comes to open mics, there is usually a limit on how many people can perform and it's always first-come first-serve. If you're late, you're part of the audience for the evening - better luck next month/week.
Anyways, I had 10-15 minutes to spare after chatting with the event coordinators about logistics related to SLAM and had to get some cash out of the ATM in case anyone decided to purchase my book and needed change. Within seconds I started noticing that Butler Street is a 40-block open gallery for tags (due to the patchy nature of extremely unique home-grown storefronts and empty business establishments) only to find that most of them are shit (i.e. one usually cannot read them).
Stickers were everywhere, too, and most of them were also in the realm of fecal matter (i.e. completely random, as if taken from a tradefair, or way to obscure/personal to become appealing), which is to be expected in an area where the act "against" society is more like a chore than a right of passage. However, it should be noted that within this context, there are many gems to be found by law of volume (see: Killer of Sheep - a punkish band memento).
What is cool about this piece in particular, is that 2 years ago, my cousin lived in Lawrenceville in attempts to set up his own record label. Rent was ridiculously cheap due to the decrepit nature of the abandoned industrial compound neighborhood. No money was really coming in investment wise, yet, and so it was kind of like Dave Chappelle's line "gun store, liquor store, gun store, liquor store..." WHERE THE FUCK YOU TAKING ME! except it was more like vacancies, seedy bar-fronts and daily robberies. Now it is trendy pin-ball machine cafes, carrot cake record stores, and whatever the fuck else you can mash together to form the concept of a business (really, its the experience that is being sold...and I mean it!).
I shall return soon to dig up more ink in Lawrenceville -- hopefully I'll find someone who knows how the fuck to bomb.
If I were to venture a guess, it will be THOR, who's been hittin' shit since like '96, but then again, maybe this area just isn't made for that anymore?