Sunday was a brand new day, and a hot one at that. Me some ladies went over to the CAMP in Costa Mesa for a Toms Shoes event. We spent a lovely afternoon getting temporary tattoos and enjoying shaved ice in multicolored adirondack chairs. I got a little work done by throwing the girls into Hozell shirts and snapping some promo photos, but the real attraction was the days line up of bands. Will Crum +1 played in the heat of the afternoon sun, and we danced like flower children to his folk rocking melodies and clever cover songs. The Growlers played after Will which I thought was a wonderful paring for such a summery event. I felt I had a hard time capturing their lead singer Brooks and all his charisma on camera. They have an air about them that suggests they would play and look this good even if no one was watching: these five guys are the real deal. Their music is passive, beautiful, yet catchy with what I assume to be slightly troubled lyrics. I couldnt understand what was being said half the time, but I was so mesmerized it didn’t matter. Brooks reminds me of all the footage and old photographs of Jim Morrison that I've spent a good part of my life obsessing over. You’ll be able to find me brooding the corner at the next Growlers show, for sure.
Though I wasn't present for this I think it's worth noting: Will Crum's set that was heard this weekend by any and all who came out was recorded Monday evening in an analog studio in China Town. Coming soon :)
No comments:
Post a Comment