I never thought much of the “good ole days”. I’m sure the days were good, but they’re also OLD, as in the past. It’s fun to remember the past every once in a while but i always gave the side eye to people who seemed to relish days gone by.
Back in October we went to a music festival in Gainesville called The Fest. 2016 marked the 15th year of the festival. I went to the inaugural Fest in 2002 when i was working at Fueled By Ramen for $25 a week. Now i can afford the luxuries a full time job provides, which is a kings ransom when paired with the cheap cost of living in North Central Florida.
Pushing down 8th Ave in a Maserati felt a little strange, but the destination was Leonardo’s Pizza so i was focused on pizza and garlic rolls. However my excitement turned into mourning when presented with news that Leonardo’s would be shutting down imminently. Out comes the video camera, record and eat. Eat and record.
The generation before me had Skeeters. I went there once when i was 8 but that’s all i remember of it. I believe there’s a Caribbean place that’s all the rage with the present UF population. A Cuban place as well, I’m not sure. I guess I’ll check it out next time I’m in town.
I remember how angry the local population was when the Bike store adjacent to Burrito Bros was renovated into a Starbucks. Now the entire block which housed the Starbucks/Burrito Bros juxtaposition is now a luxury housing complex. I’d complain that I couldn’t afford a unit in the complex but that would be a lie (i looked into it).
The current plan is to rent a home in Gainesville for football season, call it the Winter Whitehouse, and hire the owner of Burrito Bros to cook burritos on game day. Best laid plans go to waste so I’m going to stop thinking about that until summer.
The Fest was great as always. They had Mexican wrestling at the local cowboy club, the same club that hosted Knapsack. Below is a partial list of bands I like from the Fest 15.
Small Brown Bike
Less Than Jake
Leatherface (just kidding they didn’t play The Fest 15 but they’re amazing)
Grammy week in Los Angeles. I find myself at the nexus of where creativity and corporate sponsorships meet, the old Tower Records building on Sunset Blvd. It’s now a Gibson Guitars-sponsored event space.
Since Deckstar represents the host of the event, KCRW’s Jason Bentley, we all scored passes. Most people were excited because it had an open bar. I was excited because it would give me something interesting to FILM.
I was at this venue last week for the Chris Cuffaro photography exhibit and didn’t bring my camera. I had one thought on my mind as I walked in the door : CINEMATIC REDEMPTION.
The event had a recording studio where guests can record a song and print a vinyl record of said song. I thought it took weeks of planning and set-up to print vinyl. Turns out it only takes 15 minutes!!
A few of the Deckstar cats and I hit up the mobile recording studio and did some spectacularly awful music. It was FUN though and that’s what matters!! They left me with the vinyl recording, going to make some synth patches out of the cacophony.
The most unexpected part of the night was meeting Brian Kelly AKA The Points Guy. I just nabbed myself 100,000 Chase Rewards Points by reading his blog. I’m using them on a lie-flat seat to Europe this spring.
The first Grammy nominated act i caught was Sofi Tukker, a cool sounding duo with some sort of tree looking sculpture that doubled as a drum machine (check the video above for reference). They danced around on stage and in the crowd while demonstrating proficiency on their respective instruments.
Kaskade hit the stage for his performance after a brief convo with Jason Bentley. Kaskade was nominated for the “Best Remix” Grammy, an award that was eventually taken by RAC (woo hoo!).
Before leaving i ran into Jane Zhang, a Chinese pop star and Deckstar artist was also in the house. She most recently released a song here in the USA featuring Timbaland. Was cool to meet her and her team in person!!
After i left i got Taco Bell.
Gary’s “Jam Night”. A bunch of industry people invade a Valley dive bar. The regulars and biker gang hanging outside didn’t look to stoked. Fuck em. Packed inside, huge line at the bar. Liquor store next door, back and forth.
I showed up with my camera and a bunch of new John Fulford hoodies. In other words i left a bunch of hoodies in the trunk of my car and brought two inside the bar. Both gone within 1 minute. Someone accused my free hoodies of being “payola”. If only it were that easy.
Shake hands, hug, catch up repeat. Repeat what you said it’s super loud in here. Ubers lined up down Woodman Avenue to carriage patrons to the next event. No Lyfts. Us savages didn’t remember we’re supposed to use Lyft instead.
1:20AM. Alone, watching Santa Clarita Diet on Netflix. John Debney score. Sounds like the Dramedy cues i do for Kardashians, only better. Currently under contract do deliver over 3 hours of music. Over an hours worth of songs. Full vocal arrangements, great lyrics etc.. ears ringing too loud from earlier to do anything productive. For now i can watch Drew Barrymore try to nail her toe back on.
I’m going to Dunkin Donuts tomorrow.