Ok, so now it’s almost the end of August. Where has the Summer of 2012 gone? To be honest, I’m too tired to know.
I would love to say that I will spend this fine Labor Day weekend “kicking it,” …well, resting like an old hippie, but it’s not in the cards. The Idelic Hour is back and so is LA’s favorite son, Sean Carlson and his annual Fuck Yeah Festival—now called Fyeah. It really is the best of what our fair city has to offer—two days of delicately chosen artists.
In the past it’s been a volatile event, even at times pure chaos. The festival’s roots are what we in Hollywood would describe as a “beautiful mess.”
“Blacklist” Sean is one of us, and he and his festival are part of why LA continues to be the heart of rock ‘n roll. The cream of the crop in terms of hip touring artists—past, present and future. Food trucks, beer, Red Bull, sweat, The Orwells, Wild Nothing, Dinosaur Jr., Two Gallants, King Tuff, Black Mountain, Redd Kross, Atlas Sound, Twin Shadow, Turbo Negro, Fucked Up, James Blake, The Men, AA Bondy, Hot Snakes, Lighting Bolt, Paul Banks, Nick Waterhouse, and Yeasayer to name some. This festival should be called What the Fuck!
All I can say is I’m “getting ready.” Here we come!