Yeah, okay, I got the name wrong...at first.
But an acclaimed psych-folk indie feature as part of a showcase called "Also I Like to Rock" definitely piqued my interest. Because among other things, also I like to rock. Plus it was held at the Hammer Museum managed by UCLA, a school to which I almost applied and which has a pretty great rep.
But an acclaimed psych-folk indie feature as part of a showcase called "Also I Like to Rock" definitely piqued my interest. Because among other things, also I like to rock. Plus it was held at the Hammer Museum managed by UCLA, a school to which I almost applied and which has a pretty great rep.
So when my ride and my roomie and my bestie arrived home 15 minutes before the show officially started, I was still determined to get out of the house, no matter the migraine. The drive through West Hollywood was as uneventful as a drive through West Hollywood could be. Beverly Hills was dull and dark.
When we reached Westwood, the looming condos attempted to subdue our little Camry, but Darla persevered despite the near parking debacle. However, what almost made us forfeit our whole adventure actually exposed the best secret of the night: the back door!
After parking 1/3 of a mile away per our handy and obnoxious GPS unit, we trecked the deserted streets and past the 200 plus crowd in the front to the back, where but a single guardian kept watch and was rather friendly in allowing us to pass.
The courtyard led to the balcony which led to a wondeful view of the 10ish band of bohemian free souls and their joyous noisemaking.
"What's their name again?" I ask a fellow concert-goer.
"Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. I've heard great things about them."
"Yay!"
It was love at first site for Laura and dancing shortly ensued around the entire upper level. The singalong comraderie and good-natured accordian and trumpet could brighten any mood and did. Needless to say, we won't be getting the name wrong anymore.
"What's their name again?" I ask a fellow concert-goer.
"Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. I've heard great things about them."
"Yay!"
It was love at first site for Laura and dancing shortly ensued around the entire upper level. The singalong comraderie and good-natured accordian and trumpet could brighten any mood and did. Needless to say, we won't be getting the name wrong anymore.
