THE BANDS

Blisster
Eyes on Mars
International Bedroom
Loco Bendejos
Mink Lungs
Moonshine Messiahs
Mountains of Matallama
The Masons

All Beautiful, All Talented, All FUN! Ask the white people, ask the black people, ask the hasidic people, ask anyone who was there and they will tell you, “Those bands fucking ROCKED!”

What is a community but a bunch of people with common bonds. All of the bands in our line-up had come to us through connections we had made. If they weren’t roommates, they were friends, or friends of friends who are now new friends, or whatever. The point is, all these fine acts got there on time to play for the people who appreciate them.

There was total respect—for the most part, we’ll ignore a drumming incident—and total cooperation. Some bands didn’t have all the necessary equipment, some bands did. And as our mothers taught us as toddlers, we all shared.

And the effect? Wow! A fucking wonderland of sound. I wasn’t able to see all the bands due to either other shenanigans going on, or a basic intoxication which in certain circles should make me embarrassed. What I did see was phenomenal. Mountains of Matallama really singed the nose hair out of you with the heat from their guitars. The Masons dazzled and delighted with a sweet, mid-western innocence. Blisster shook the shit out of the crowd with pure animal sex. Mink Lungs gave everyone sight and sound and dance and love.

And the others? Why don’t you tell me. I was passed out by then.

A couple of hot numbers from Blisster