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
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.