he rocked harder than all of the previous bands on that stage combined
when he raised his hands, the crowd raised their hands. it was an evil, wonderful ballet
even satan himself was there. er, santa. someone.
there were fights. there was slamdancing. there were panicked people. there was love.
there was also a firehose filled with foam. and one ozzy.
the results were hilarious
only bad thing about the fest was if you werent drinking in a club,
you had to drink in one of the beer gardens.
although it would be nice to drink on the street,
this randomly selected woman didnt seem to mind
neither did this fascinating woman
who had stars autograph her arms,
which she then turned into tattoos
speaking of tattoos. if you’re a nice lady with a tattoo like this, i will talk to you.
speaking of the law talking to the miller lite girls, hi.
speaking of learning one thing every day.
who knew that elmer valentine cofounded so many killer places?
most days im lucky to find my car keys.
wanna know something crazy? i really liked the kottonmouth kings
yes theyre just a group of white rappers trying to be hard while yapping about weed
but they’re reeeeeeallly into weed. they got this one guy who walks around with a backpack of it
and they got this guy who’s literally smoking the entire set
he was also in charge of the signs
cute, but after a while youd wonder, why’d they let the guy smoking the weed be in sign guy?
i mean this guy was really inhaling
one minute youd see backpack o dope guy bustin on the megaphone
next minute youd see crazy sign guy smoking another jay
had mike singletary firing up his defense on fox, had the skins giants on some other channel. decided to have ice cream for lunch. prefect breeze is coming in thru the french doors. and after football i went to a coworkers house whose bf is a writer on True Blood and we went over to their house to watch the finale and the creepy evangelist’s hot wife was there. twas fun!
on wednesday i start a week long working summer vacation. meanwhile im uploading photos from yesterdays first sunset strip music festival on the streets.
got there yesterday in time to see the donnas, who for some reason havent been playing with their hot blonde drummer torey, but they were good. ive seen the donnas at the roxy a few times and once at the viper. theyre the perfect band to be playing this fest. actually it was a perfect selection of bands when you think about it.
the headliner was ozzy. opening for him was korn, who was surprisingly good.
on the more poppy dance stage was LMFAO, Shwazye, and the ever delightful kottonmouth kings of whom i will have a large photo essay of tomorrow. just too many funny tales.
karisa and i went into a couple of clubs since all of them were open as part of the festie. the photo is from going into the hustler store as it was only one of the few places with an atm. (keep this myth going.)
so the rock was tremendous, the lighter, happier dance stage was fun. we had some shrimp tacos that were pretty good. was anything bad?
yes, of course but not super bad. parking of course wasnt the easiest but pretty much none of these street festivals in LA can easily afford 5,000 extra cars in the neighborhoods. so i just parked over by Ketchup and walked the 5-6 blocks and considered it excersize.
another irritant was the no beer in the street / no water in the clubs. lets deal with the latter first. if you charge me $3 for water, why treat that bottle of water as the enemy when i want to take it into the whisky?
secondly, we’re in a closed in fenced in place. why cant i drink my beer and watch the bands outside? they can do it at sunset junction, and the people hosting the event are some of the most responsible club owners in town, why not be able to bring your drinks with you where you go?
i know there’s probably some safety theory, being as this is their first outdoor street fest. but the truth is, if you’re in one of the beer gardens, or in one of the clubs, and you decide to motivate elsewhere – when you arent allowed to take your drink with you, you chug it. therefore the rules are actually inspiring binge drinking. if you let a man nurse his beer, he probably will.
best part? getting doused by ozzy’s crazy firehose of foam.
the pictures of people covered in that crap are pretty hilarious.
after the show karisa wanted to get sushi so as she and her pal dave went to his house to drop off his bike, i sped back to my crib to shower and change out of my crappy clothes.
it made everyone late, and the geisha house gave away our table, but man did i feel better. whoops.
my full review of the rock here in a photo essay like no other, on the Pop n Hiss blog
stony trippy neverending three man instrumental heavy rock yesicanyesican rhymns might not be your cup of tea. Slowing down and carefully delving into the depths of hendrixs heart might not be your idea of a fun night out on a cold and drizzly night in Austin. But for those of us who aren’t too old yet and who appreciate a touch of Satan in our rock are fully grooving to this no frills evening on the first night of Texas here on red river.
10:45pm tia and i are upstairs at room 710 loving the ozzy tribune band that is now rocking downstairs.