The Lyric Theatre in Los Angeles isn’t frilly. Pass the lobby, and there’s a stage, a bar, a couple chairs, and lots of floor space. The bar didn’t serve any alcohol last night, but the bottled-water was cool, and so was security. So fuck it. Between a synchronized audience dancing happily beneath central air, and all the magic, science, and fireworks booming from the sound system, I ain’t even miss the sauce. 😉
Hippest parts about last night, other than the ultra-attractive and hyper-friendly crowd, have to be the similarities and differences between the main acts. Busdriver and Kenny Segal’s two-man, electric laboratory was easily transformed into Anderson Paak and The Free Nationals’ live-band festival. Then it mutated again for an intimate hip hop moment with Open Mike Eagle.
Stage presence, musicality, originality–all prevalent in each act. And at the end of the night, while DJ Nobody provided the exit soundtrack, the patrons of The Lyric started doing some really odd shit. They gathered into large bunches outside and began speaking to one another and smoking with each other. Instantly the bunches started to merge and seep into themselves. I saw people laughing and hugging and making plans to meet up again–IN PERSON.
Kinda makes you want to get off the internet and check it out next Tuesday, huh? Well, do it while you can baby, ’cause it’s over at the end of the month! Tune in next time when I’ll be sharing the secrets behind the ancient art of the pre-game and how you’ll never go dry again. HA! Here’s some pictures.
Make Love & Do Work,