Sunset Junction the first day…make that, my only day
When your expectations are low for a funky little street festival that’s organizer’s business practices may or may not be the most ethical in nature, it is not that hard to come away with a feeling of having a decent time. Arriving later than I would have liked to, due to everyone’s proverbial shit delaying us, my friends and I missed Division Day, The Pity Party, The Parson Red Heads, and Culver City Dub Collective (LAist was there, check out their pics), though I’m not sure if I made it there early enough to catch all those bands that I would have been able to stick it out long enough to see Blonde Redhead.
We got the there in the middle of The Broken West’s set, but the collective thoughts of most of us were focused on drinks, food, and shade which led us to El Cid, who’s patio was an oasis from the heat of the sweltering blacktop. Using the El Cid as a base between sets we drank and ate (yay for using a credit card, fuck those ATM lines and that whole drink ticket thing on the street), sneaking out to watch Sea Wolf battle the sound problems that plagued most bands sets, Autolux play way to early, and Blonde Redhead go on just at the right time as the sun was setting.
By the time Blonde Redhead had finished their set and an over inebriated girl who could no longer hold the day’s consumption puked on my friend’s wife’s leg, we called it a day. Not bad for a little street fair, but not something I was going to goto two days in a row and probably couldn’t have done one if it weren’t for the El Cid and 4100 Bar offering some relief from the heat and minimal seating. And by the way, just in case you might be thinking that I am temperature wuss, I have been to almost every other state in the US during the summer months and can tell you we Southern Californians are spoiled when it comes to our summer time weather, it’s I just don’t generally do outdoor summer festivals.