Even the undead were buzzing about Bon Iver’s omg set at the Hollywood Forever cemetery on Sunday morning. But thankfully it was just the dawn of another day, and not the dead, as the singer/songwriter lulled the audience awake. One particular DJ/producer/Angeleno happened to record a few tunes on his iPhone, then he mixed and mastered them, then put them online. You can download them here, if you missed the morning magic on account of, like, sleeping or being lame or something.
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For five years now F-Yeah Fest has served as an end-of-summer showcase of Los Angeles’ best (and worst) talent. This year, organizers expanded their horizons not only by adjusting the name to FYF Fest, but also by adopting a cause and moving the festival outside of Echo Park. Proceeds from ticket sales served to benefit California state parks (many of which face trouble with the recent budget cuts). Economic turmoil aside, hipsters, punks and everyone in between flocked to Los Angeles State Historic Park (you know, the one outside of Chinatown that used to be a corn field) to catch the action.
The second annual HARD Summer music festival was a hype-machine dream come true, with a bill that featured such heavy hitting acts as Chromeo, Tiga, Crookers, and Underworld. What’s a shame though, is that none of these fine acts got to actually play. Whether overselling, over speculating, or just being unorganized is to blame, this year’s event was a complete failure.
The first red flag came when the event opened its doors and attendees came to terms with the fact that some of them would have to sit down in the bleachers of The Forum. Really though, who wants to sit down at an event like this? The floor was packed and every stairwell in each direction was gridlocked with people attempting to reach the main stage. The real trouble began shortly thereafter, as the crowd began to make the jump from upstairs to downstairs, going so far as to risk injury just for the chance to join the growing crowd below. That may be extreme for an event like this, but cut them some slack, the kids just wanted to dance.
Upon entering the small town of Clifton Park, New York it is hard not to assume that the population is under fifty. Its main venue, Northern Lights, is the only building around for miles, with the exception of a small market and a church. Landing a little over three hours outside of NYC, it wouldn’t be a big surprise to see a miniscule turn out to any event that took place in this town. However, this was not the case with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Karen, Nick, and Brian played to a packed house, a crowd made up of giddy fans and those looking for something other to do than watch tumbleweeds (or heads) roll.
The return of Grace Jones to LA was more than just a performance, it was an event. The Jamaican songstress’ first major gig this side of the US in 20 years, she packed in the crowds at the Hollywood Bowl and put on a show
