Sarkis. Always a pleasure. Those eyes.
Curtis, approximately 30-minutes prior to Descendents-inspired marriage proposal. Congratulations.
Jason, stressing. As he should be.
Andy Coronado. Bemused, sweaty, and ponderous.
Broken Social Scene... going out in a blaze of, eh, whatevz. I will miss that one dude, the guitar player with the pencil-thin moustache. He seemed like a nice person.
Spankz and Nina. Classic vibe.
Jordan, welcome home.
Jon & Juanita, hi. What is 'Boxed Water?'
Girls, gently gurgling.
Frankie, up in it.
Nathan, yeah me too.
Peacenik Kateri O. and 'Staff Pro'.
More like it.
Jonny & Pixie, hella baked.
Preston, offering deep thoughts on on our pal Mahtza Weinberg. I can almost hear him saying, "Yeah, well, and you know, man— another thing about Mahtza...."
Mahtza, if you're reading this thing, just know we love you very much. Please check in when you're ready. Baby needs milk.
Guided By Voices. Devastatingly drunk, horribly out of tune, and brilliant.
Lurkers, Pt 2. HI TAMMY!
Milo Goes To FYF.
Ladies & Gentlemen, Mr. Jay Clark.
Zane & Jorma, approximately 3-minutes before Zane begs Jorma to punch him in stomach to make him puke. Ah, friendship.
Brendan, thoroughly enjoying the whackness of Olveras St, pre-BSS set.
Yasmine, aka "ATM...Click," aka "Cash Mouth," aka "Pure Comedy Gold".
Sure, I know you're saying to yourself, "Man, what's all this FYF stuff?"
Fair enough. FYF Fest happened way back on Saturday, Sept. 3rd. Nobody wants to know anything about 'Fuck Yeah Fest' six weeks after it happened. Agreed. That said, it was a better-run event than any of Sean's previous FYF incarnations. By a long shot. Patrons had basic things like shade and water this time around, which was awfully kind of him. Thanks Goldenvoice.
Generally-speaking, I'm just trying to catch up on all the summer bullshit & shenaniganery before it gets so old that not even I remember what the hell happened when. This brrrog tends to run six weeks to as much as six months behind schedule. All apologies. As much as these photos and words fairly accurately document what goes on from week-to-week, sometimes actual life has a way of getting in the way. Lately more so than usual perhaps.
Without exaggeration, it has been a long, hard, fast, exhausting, fun, productive, and deeply troubling six months. The world is in a hell of a fix. Does that sound doomy and dramatic? Maybe it does. But fuck it, that's the reality of the times. Everywhere I look I see friends, family, and total strangers alike taking hard knocks.
Let your people know you need them and let them need you. Make dinner for somebody or half-a-dozen somebodies. Take a pal on a lazy bike ride down by the river. Find a river, any river will do. Just slowly pedaling and shooting the breeze. Try it, it'll do you a world of good. Be kind to strangers, even if it's just to convey a simple 'hello' and offer a genuine smile. Each one of us really has no idea what anyone is going through right now.
Thank you and good night,