Archive for the ‘General’ Category

El Dia de la HEADY Recap

Tuesday, May 7th, 2013

I knew it would be a good day when I went to drop off ice at the Jam Van at 8AM and a man who had been sleeping in his car in the same church parking lot that we park in, wheezed at me to call 911 for him. Although to my non-trained eye he looked alright, and seemed to be faking his struggle breathing, I assessed that if someone tells you they are having an emergency, and asks you to call 911 that it’s some kind of human code to call 911. So I did that, and waited for a few minutes until the ambulance got there. The first responders thanked me, so therefore I had already saved a life by 9AM on Cinco De Mayo 2013. Things could only get better from there, and they did.

I don’t know if Cinco De Mayo is a thing outside of Mexico, California, and Spanish classrooms, I do know that it goes off in Los Angeles. Give people a reason to celebrate and they will, even if they have no relation to the holiday. We here at Jam in the Van are no exception to that rule, we will celebrate some stupid ish if there is beer there. So what if none of us are Mexican? Whatever, we’ll still throw a big ass party, we don’t care.

So we invited all of our hippie friends from Humboldt, all of our heady friends from the interwebs, all of our music friends from LA, and all of our like, regular friends, and we got some pinatas, and Lagunitas and Sailor Jerry gave us some booze, and The Love Shack in Venice provided the setting, and we made us a fiesta to rival all other Cinco de Mayo fiestas. We called it Dia de la Heady, because we wanted to be culturally authentic. We had chicks walking around with tequila shots for similar reasons.

The Love Shack if you have never been, is a mythical place that exists between the reality of paying rent and owning a ton of bean bag chairs… whatever that means. You can’t question Udi, the man who owns the space as to how he’s created the little corner of headiness on Lincoln Blvd., it would probably take away from it’s mystique. I’d like to just believe he sells enough bean bag chairs and artwork to finance this amazing property in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in America. So I’ll believe that.

AXS TV was there to film it all, so you can see what the Love Shack looks like and hear some of the heady jams on real live television or via the YouTubes. They’ll be broadcasting the musical performances all week long.  Marc Cuban was not in attendance, although I’m sure once he reviews the footage he’ll wish he had been.  Marc, I’ll accept your apology for failing to RSVP via Twitter, Facebook, E-Mail, or skywriting airplane.

Speaking of the musical performances, they were all much better than had we just gotten some mariachis. We picked all of these bands for specific reasons. Because they all embody the free-wheeling musical spirit that we try to foster at every one of our events, and also because they are all extremely talented.

Unfortunately, I have no direct recap of each of the six sets. It was far too good of a party, and I was way too blurry for all of that.  I know there was a Beastie Boys cover, because someone said to me “that blues rock band that played the Beastie Boys cover was awesome,” and I caught wind of a song dedication for our man Spud, which was a nice touch, and I know he appreciated it, because he said as much.  Other then that I can only assure you that there were folks dancing from 1PM til closing time at 7, and that we have The Highway Poets, The Diamond Light, The Dead Ships, The Dustbowl Revival, Ivory Deville, and The Record Company to thank for that. There was not a single set during which I didn’t have someone in my ear telling me how much ass the band that just played kicked. All of them deserve steady Googling… In the cases of The Dead Ships, The Highway Poets, and Ivory Deville, we will have Jam in the Van sessions with them out very soon.

In closing, the cops never came, I don’t think anyone broke any shit, and my dog is still alive. So I think we did pretty good making something heady again, and that my friends, is heady.




The Record Company…


More heads…


More The Record Company, only this time, while jumping…


Ivory Deville…


Everyone’s looking one way because obviously something crazy just happened, cause obviously it was a crazy party.

Screen Shot 2013-05-07 at 3.54.20 PM

The Dustbowl Revival




A Happenin’…

Dumpstaphunk at The Roxy April 6, 2013

Wednesday, April 10th, 2013


If a band has the word funk spelled as “phunk” in their name you know certain things about the band before ever hearing or seeing anything from them.  You know for one that the music will be heady and filled with improvised jamming.  You know there will be spinning and dancing and also spin dancing. You know that there will be some pretty little hippie chicks and some smelly wookie dudes.

These canons of “PH’ness” hold true even on the very granola sparse Sunset Strip. There I found Dumpstaphunk in phine phorm. They gave us a lot of solid jams, some phunkified hip-hop covers, as well as a lot of gettin’ all the ladies up on the stage to shake/twerk/shake’n'twerk. I am a big fan of the “gettin’ the ladies up on the stage to dance” maneuver. It’s a standard go to for bands who pride them selves on creating a funky vibe. There’s something very special about watching a bunch of hippie chicks trying to shake it like they mama’s ain’t gave’em. Some look really focused, others close their eyes and just trance out, most have no rythm, butts and boobies are flying every which way. Can’t nobody be mad at that. You would think that that along with the music would have been tops of my highlight reel for the evening, however, it was not.

What topped the list for me was this wookie who came up on me in the sitting area of the venue while I was eating some french fries. Sunset Strip priced french fries mind you. This is how it went down:

Wookie: Could I trouble you for a handful of your fries?”

He hovered his hand over my basket in claw position.

Me: No, what do you think this is?

Wookie: I’m sorry man, my bad, enjoy your fries.

Me: I will.

I thought going for “handful” off the bat was a true testament to the wookie movement and it’s lack of fughs given. Dude looked like he hadn’t bathed that day, so my fries he was not digging in, handful or no handful. Yet it makes me happy to know that there’s cats out there like him, just no shame, no respect for how things are, just living that care free life, just being phunky, hopin’ everyone wants to be phunky with’em. I appreciate a band like Dumpstaphunk that creates that vibe wherever they play. It wasn’t a festival, it wasn’t even an outside show, it was a dark venue on the Sunset Strip, but girls were on stage dancing, and wookies were having the time of their lives. It’s pretty swell when you can just create that with your music, pretty swell indeed.



Oh yeah, the ghost of Jerry was in the building doing some live painting.  That was heady.

Oh yeah, the ghost of Jerry was in the building doing some live painting. That was heady.