1. Blonde Summer was the final show of my CMJ. After meeting Matt via Christine on Wednesday and rallying after the Chad Valley show to see Foreign Resort at Fontanas, I promised myself I would catch up with his band at some point over the week. In a chain of events that’s now way too fuzzy to give any justice to here, I met a few of the other bandmates and continued to miss their bigger shows. Finally headed to their 12am set at Trash Bar with and after a stern phone call by Roland, Christine came and joined up as well. I remember having asked what kind of music they played and got the “kinda surfy, west coast, california, dancy” answer. And surfer rock they were. I liked their stuff and appreciated the high energy considering the fact that it was pretty late on the last night of a long long week and there really weren’t that many people there so, “right on” “hang ten”.
I also learned that a photobooth has a much higher capacity than I thought if you’re willing to work for it.
And just like that CMJ was over. With promises of getting to LA ever and advice I would have never received from a New Yorker on the life-cycle of a juice fast. Great end to a great week.
EDIT: Finally got their Wreckroom video

    Blonde Summer was the final show of my CMJ. After meeting Matt via Christine on Wednesday and rallying after the Chad Valley show to see Foreign Resort at Fontanas, I promised myself I would catch up with his band at some point over the week. In a chain of events that’s now way too fuzzy to give any justice to here, I met a few of the other bandmates and continued to miss their bigger shows. Finally headed to their 12am set at Trash Bar with and after a stern phone call by Roland, Christine came and joined up as well. I remember having asked what kind of music they played and got the “kinda surfy, west coast, california, dancy” answer. And surfer rock they were. I liked their stuff and appreciated the high energy considering the fact that it was pretty late on the last night of a long long week and there really weren’t that many people there so, “right on” “hang ten”.

    I also learned that a photobooth has a much higher capacity than I thought if you’re willing to work for it.

    And just like that CMJ was over. With promises of getting to LA ever and advice I would have never received from a New Yorker on the life-cycle of a juice fast. Great end to a great week.

    EDIT: Finally got their Wreckroom video

    (Source: prefixmag.com)