In Issue #38, we profiled the awesome band Guards. The Californian three-piece has just released their debut album, In Guards We Trust, and we have a bunch of copies to give away. Simply subscribe by 8pm end of Memorial Day weekend (Monday, June 27) and score a free copy. Your music for summer: covered.
LA DIARY: Bombed on The 4th of July
Posted By Jason – 06.07.2012
The 4th of July was a riot this year. I did mushrooms. As most of you know, Campbell and I are in LA for meetings and Tokyo Drifts. We have a pristine, white Mustang that I’ve dubbed The Asshole Mobile because that’s what we look like tearing down Sunset with Zeppelin blaring and all the windows open.
Contributing writer Jordan Tappis invited us to his pad in Santa Monica for a BBQ yesterday (the 4th of July) and we met some really cool people and had quite a few laughs. We also ate a lot of great food and I told my Willy Nelson joke. It was excellent. Then Mike Piscitelli (contributing photographer and A-grade human) took us back to his house in Venice for more drinking, fireworks and, as mentioned, mushrooms. Campbell was driving so he couldn’t partake, which was a bummer, and Mike doesn’t touch the stuff unless he’s alone and able to take all his clothes off. The girl in the picture was a friend of Mike’s, and she had a bag full of stuff–including glittery party masks for everyone. Her and I cackled and conspired and nibbled at a porcini for several hours…which was a little antisocial, but that’s drugs for you. She had a friend with her who had to keep flamenco dancing in order to ward off an ever-looming psychic collapse; this worked out as a sort of free floor show, which was nice.
So there were five of us in Mike’s backyard, staring up at where the stars should’ve been and listening to the periodic crackle and boom of illegal fireworks. It was a good time, and I want to thank MP for having us over and hiding the mushrooms from me when I thought I needed more. I also want to thank everyone else for making it a memorable evening. I also want to thank Campbell for dragging off that little dipshit in the Porsche on the way home. And, finally, I want to thank you, dear reader, for asking me about the Willy Nelson joke in the comment section below.
Los Angelenos, make sure to catch the Blank Tapes perform at the Satellite, Friday, May 31st, as they celebrate the release of their latest record, Vacation, which after having a listen to the groovy tunes makes me want to pack up the van and do just that. The evening also brings you sets from fellow favorites The Abigails and Jeffertitti's Nile.
A whopping $8 bones. Get at it.
As introduction to this years Surf Film Festival, those crazy Spanish dudes have made a mockumentary series about searching for the perfect wave. Definitely the most insane and ridiculous, filming the festival has been part of all leading up to the official image of Surf Film Festival 11.
This years festival has events running through the entire summer, in partnership with other collectives who work around the ocean; new exhibitions, cultural spaces and workshops. Heaps of music, good films from Thomas Cmapbell, Taylor Stelle, Patrick Trefz and many more, all to be announced on the 30th of May.
Chapter 1: The boat leaves for new adventure
Chapter 2: Swimming with skarks to the desert island
Chapter 3: Finding the perfect wave
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