Sleeping is for Quitters

It's been an eventful past couple of weeks. Last weekend Amanda and I went to the Sunset Junction Street Fair in the silverlake neighborhood. Live music, corny rides, roided out grandpas holding hands, and the worst infestation of hipsters I have ever seen in my life.

We spent most of our time at the Bates St. Stage to see Nico Vega, The Submarines, Delta Spirit, and a 2 hour set from Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley band. I'd never heard of Delta Spirit before this. Essentially, they are a group of emo punkers turned rootsy folk rockers/ The lead singer never smiles, except ironically or sarcastically, and regularly quaffs a shot of whiskey between songs, a practice complicated by the presence of the harmonica stand mounted on his neck. They all play multiple instruments, including a tin trashcan lid which one guy enthusiastically and somehow, artistically bashes during the song "trashcan". All of this added up to a truly intriguing show. new favorite band.



Conor Oberst was pretty goddamn amazing. We were both tired as hell during the 2 hour set, but definitely glad we stayed. Definitely the best 15 dollars I've ever spent.