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Photos by Wild Don Lewis
Sunset Junction August 27-28 Saturday: With temperatures pushing 98 degrees, thousands of neighborhood Angelenos (sensibly) stayed away from the street fair this year until well past sundown. Instead, sparse crowds stood motionless in the blazing heat for lackadaisical sets by Vagenius and Foreign Born, while a slightly less lethargic mass swayed to the ambient, doom-laden rock of Vancouvers excellent Black Mountain. Though they only managed to conjure passion and dynamics by half, they were as always a pleasure to see. Finally, the sun diminished on the horizon and the street began to fill. Though troubled by equipment failures, the Walkmen played a spirited mess of brash, Pogues-influenced indie-rock until frontman Hamilton Leithauser (per usual) screamed his face purple and blew out his throat. Troubadour Jason Falkner bashed out a passel of nice-guy tunes, while from their perch on the Echo Stage, bratty dance punks Gravy Train cheekily begged, If there are any celebrities around, please come up. Id love to take a picture with Flea. No surprise, John Cale was just as lovely and obtuse as he wanted to be. For the third year running, the former ladies of the Supremes (alums Scherrie Payne and Lynda Laurence, and hired gun Freddi Poole) provided a kickass revue of Motown hits, replete with choreography, matching red gowns, fierce hairdos, big diamond rings, and even bigger voices. Around 11 we hauled our ragged asses downtown to the after-party at Hanging Jury, where DJs spun records between sets by Foreign Born, Rolling Blackouts and Dios Malos. Appearing far more energized and in-their-element, Black Mountain closed out the night to an admiring house of thoroughly exhausted but for the most part happy freaks. Sunday: First thought upon arrival: Oh God, kill me now, its too hot. (Note to organizers: Any chance you jokers might provide some shade, seats and a few sprinkler-tents, as at other outdoor events? Have some humanity.) Stoner-gods Nebula valiantly tried to stir the crowd with three brilliant Black Flag covers yet, once again, people stood withering. The Burning Brides did the trick: Smiling maniacally, they owned the most energetic rock set of the weekend nice to see people losing their shit in the crowd and onstage, like a proper rock show. Olympias the Gossip came in a close second with a rowdy set of queer-positive, gospel/punk testimonials. (Goddamn, that girl can sing.) Attendance peaked just as Eagles of Death Metal took the stage at 6:45 p.m. All was well until they brought out Jack Black and the Suicide Girls. Yes, the Eagles are absurd but in a harmless, kooky way; their porn-staches and ham-fisted riffs need all the attention they can get. As for the SG schtick, theyre boring beyond measure; not sexy, not empowered, not even particularly talented. Eventually the performance thousands had waited all those long, hot hours (even years) for was upon us. Looking like a cross between Tawny Kitaen and Iron Maidens Eddy, the always wry and stunningly coifed David Johansen, with guitarist Sylvain Sylvain and their well-selected fill-in players (including Hanoi Rocks Sami Yaffa) delivered a ballsy, enthusiastic take on the New York Dolls legacy. Rolling through a wealth of classic material, they astutely massaged the crowd and tossed shout-outs to deceased bandmates. Thirty-four years on, whether glams your bag or not, the Dolls were stunning. Taking stock of the satisfied faces in the crowd, despite the heat and haggard limbs, it looked like Sunset Junction was again a success.
More Sunset Junction photos following the article.
Snoop Dogg/Red Hot Chili Peppers/Ice Cube at the Greek, August 25 The LAPD cavalry was out in force to corral this banged-out benefit for Snoops youth football league. Things got poppin with Ice Cube, who wore a white No. 18 Randy Moss Raider jersey while Westside Connection homie W.C. sported the black version. Backed by DJ Crazy Toones, Cube and W.C. blitzed through Check Yo Self, the Isley Brotherssampling It Was a Good Day and W.C.s spitfire flow on The Streets. The gang pledged allegiance to Westside Connection via Bow Down (without absent Mack 10), comedian Chris Rock came out to support the home team, and Cube and W.C. skip-skip-skipped to Gangsta Nation. Then hail the Red Hot Chili Peppers, who kicked into Scar Tissue atop Chad Smiths skins. Wearing an old Eddie Jones No. 6 Lakers jersey and matching golden shorts, Flea informed the crowd, We [Flea and Anthony] graduated [from Fairfax High] on this stage, then picked the aggressive bass line to Parallel Universe. Anthony Kiedis, in a gray coat with matching cutoff pants, gripped the microphone stand and showed off his crazy rain-dance moves on Cant Stop, Other Side and Californication. Guitarist John Frusciante did his falsetto sing-thing on Donna Summers I Feel Love, later extemporizing Alice Coopers Schools Out. After introducing the funkiest rapper on Earth, Flea launched his trunks into the crowd. Snoop Dogg brought a full live band (including horns) to pump Murder Was the Case, Gin and Juice which brought out Uncle Junebug and his moves Ups and Downs and Nuthin but a G Thang, as skunky bud filled the air. He revived the old Death Row days with Tupacs 2 of Amerikas Most Wanted; D.J. Battlecat warmed up the ladies for Beautiful, then surprise! out came Tommy the Clown and his young krump dancers from the film Rize. Snoop finished with Who Am I? and the crowd answered in unison, Snoop Doggy Dogg, toasting the dogg who helped raise almost $250,000 for the pigskin project.
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