I've been back from Austin now, maybe, almost a week? Arrived home Tuesday? Not quite sure. These things all blur after awhile. Hi Tammy!
Before I blab my face off about all the blah blah blah that happened this past week in Austin, Texas, I figure I should make a brog of all the lurker bees and heavy bros we were spazzing with in the days before Texas. Otherwise, a whole lotta good friends and sweet photos are gonna get short shrift. Time is a tyrant. *[Side note: I'm listening to Japanese noise band Boris and organizing my taxes while cobbling this brog together. Three completely different tasks, each requiring uniquely specialized parts of the brain. On a Saturday night, no less. Not all that smart, really. Throw another pile on the pile, I suppose.] Here goes:
Ben Pruess came home from Germany for a short visit before heading up to Jeff Pensiero's Baldface Lodge in Canada. Sim, nice nails. Yes, Monica's hands are fairly mesmerizing. Agreed. Get loose.
Atiba Jefferson... smashed and smashing. Thursdays at the Ha Ha.
That sign is 100% hectic fun.
The Anzalone. Punk's not dead.
J. Spears... the best.
Alex... on the eve of his fateful return to Washington State. Godspeed and good luck, my friend. You'll be home soon. *[Side note: Actually, he arrived back yesterday!].
Oh hi, Echo Park. In the hood, fire bombing is the new fun.
Matzah. 23 going on 83 going on 17. Nice pizza tattoo. Always thinkin' ahead.
Fasil & Melissa came to town. He snatched that beautiful MIJ Tele Thinline at Ventura Music in Studio City. Here he's playing some weird Heritage brand 335 copy. Buh nuh nuh nuh nuh.... sho nuff got duh blooze. "Sweet tones," but the sunburst finish made it look like a barbecued potato chip covered in feathers. Sorry, I said it. *[On a related note, notice the "Miller Beer" guitar hanging on the far wall. Somebody should probably buy that thing RIGHT NOW].
Hi Ruthie. $5 dollar Burger Night is so successful.
Matt Goldman threw a "later daze, bro" party for Jimmy Jolliff (Brother Reade/Widows). He and Eleanor will be living in NYC for the next year while she's dancing. I like it, I hate it. Jimmy's production partner Erin Garcia's still gonna be here, however, so I'm not entirely gutted. Go to Bad Beat LA.
And there he is—Jimmy Jolliff. Bearded... handsome... robust... wearing an ancient Apple Computers sweatshirt... charismatic as all hell... and shooting the breeze with Krissie.
Geoff Sawyer & James Outlaw... eyeball to eyeball, debating the death of hip hop. As long as somebody's got EPMD within earshot, hip hop will never die.
Pound for pound, inch for inch... Jason Stewart (a/k/a Them Jeans) might very well be the most solid, consistently interesting DJ in Los Angeles. Good dude. Calm. Very funny. Epic ear for the right sound at the right moment.
Anna Oxygen. The Smell. March 12, 2010. Fearless. Beautiful. Hilarious. Girl, you got a lotta voice and vision. Perseverance every day.
Oh hi, Glendale. You are so vast and mysterious. Just when Tam and I thought we knew what was up with you, you reveal another 12,000 weird things about yourself. Like your massive northern parks region. Those views, trails, and mountains... and all those Armenian kids jumping in and out of stretched limos and posing for prom photos... had no idea.
And this thing! Not only is this secret building beautiful, Tammy also managed to capture my bummer Kentucky waterfall. Thanks Tam! Had no idea (Part II). Might soon be time to get a handle on that.
Hi Dan, you seem tired here. I understand. I'm tired too. Luis, nice jacket. You look comfy, tan and well-rested. Very casual, but refined. A nice counterpoint to Dan's butchy Minnesota woodsman vibe. Dudes, good work on the THIS Gallery in Highland Park. Y'all been busy. LOOKS GREAT, FEELS NICE. I foresee a lot of good times here this summer.
Wow, James, twice in one post. Wild. This was the night of Baby K's B Day! We arrived hella late, serious dog house vibes. Sorry Charlies. All day, cosmic bummers befell us left and right. And, to be honest, I have a hard time lurking at the Ha Ha now that I ain't on the clock. Anytime I'm there my brain just wants to make drinks or pick up dirty glasses. Zero relaxation up in that piece. And, to be honest (Part II), this was on my mind...
Just 45 miles and 51 minutes from Downtown Los Angeles...
.... you can stand on a mountaintop staring at a great big American flag, pondering the pointlessness of it all, or you can go....
Shredding. Natural wonder.
This guy looks so fantastic. The placard in the lower right corner says "WE MISS HIM." I bet. His vibe is absolutely incredible. Wherever you are, whatever you became after this... you still make it happen right here on earth.
Same with this lady! She was AWESOME. Drunk and hella chirpy. Tammy snuck this photo while she caught a cat nap. Good job Tammy! Her one-piece ski suit was purple, of course. Off camera, Kevin Willis is lecturing me about the continued relevance of NW grunge. Astounding how his brain works sometimes.
Nice flask, Kevin. You are a rascal.
And with that, the next morning I split for Texas. From serenity to six days of solid mayhem in the span of hours.