Keeping you in the loop, I wasn't able
to make it out to Breviews last night to continue Tromadance
interviews, but I will try to be up in Park City tomorrow night for the
panel and awards at the end of the evening. The few films I did
get to see on Tuesday were interesting and a nice change of pace to
the atmosphere up in Park City. I hope everyone has enjoyed the
restroom interview with Lloyd Kaufman.
On a more personal
note, a small piece of my past has died today after seeing the very public
cremation of the once grand club, DV8. Now while I cant attest to
having grandiose memories of the club (like seeing Pearl Jam on their
first tour play there), I can at least (briefly) share some of my
experiences with you. My favorites... Seeing Foo
Fighters in 1995 when their first album was just brand new and they
were still playing with a passion. Watching Daft Punk play a set
before they started jumping into their robotic costumes. The long
lost X96 DJ Cuzzin Brad playing sets between DV8 and Area 51,
switching off with another past DJ Seanboy Walton just weeks before
he bolted for Nitro Records. Poe playing a set from her first album
back when she still had fire and was angry at everyone who came to
see her. The Connells playing the first all acoustic set I'd ever
seen at DV8. Rollins Band playing one of their last shows ever where
Henry took it upon himself to spit Jack Daniels on the audience.
Grant Lee Buffalo insisting that people wanting to see them outside
be let in without tickets, filling the place to beyond fire capacity.
Lords Of Acid turning their speakers towards the walls and making the
building shake to the sounds of “Young Boys”. British band
Elastica telling us that the crowd in Utah was quote “too damn
wild” for their taste. Bloodhound Gang getting the audience to
sing the lyrics to “Fire, Water, Burn”. And my personal
favorite, watching Pennywise frontman Jim Lindberg go into the
audience and kick a guy in the head who jumped up earlier and punched
him in the back of the head while he was singing.
It's truly an odd experience watching a
place that meant something to my youth (and probably contributed in
part to me getting into broadcasting in the first place) burn to the
ground on my own station. But hey, nothing stands forever.
