{"id":10621,"date":"2013-10-06T17:06:04","date_gmt":"2013-10-06T22:06:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bostonsurvivalguide.net\/wordpress\/?p=10621"},"modified":"2013-10-06T20:02:40","modified_gmt":"2013-10-07T01:02:40","slug":"lost-and-found-vi-of-xii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bostonsurvivalguide.net\/wordpress\/2013\/10\/lost-and-found-vi-of-xii\/","title":{"rendered":"Lost and Found (VI of XII)"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Los Angeles story of madness and awakening, in twelve parts<\/em><\/p>\n

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Ryan Fuller and Rob Danson of Fort King, at The Echo<\/p><\/div>\n

Part VI: Echo Park Rising, Sunday<\/h4>\n

Upon waking on Sunday morning, the second day of the Echo Park Rising Festival<\/a><\/strong>, I was badly in need of loud music, comfort food and a cozy spot to curl into a fetal position. Preferably all at once. I had a strange dream during the night. There was a paranoid and delusional crack head who had left a cryptic message on my friend’s cell phone, threatening to come by the house and quite possibly do us bodily harm. In a dazed panic, we discussed various options (call the police, take a posse back to the house, not go home that night and stay elsewhere, etc.), while standing in a drunken crowd that included a throng of KXLU<\/a> DJs on the sidewalk outside the Lot 1 Cafe<\/a> in the middle of the night. As the fog began to clear from my sleep-deprived brain, I realized it was not a dream. After an hour of strategizing our next move, we actually listened to the message and determined that he was not a serious threat after all. As it happened, our sleep was only disturbed by the usual roving dogs and ghetto birds<\/a>. At a friend’s suggestion (thank you, Rob Danson<\/a>), I grabbed my stuff, scrambled back to Lot 1 and found the safe haven, satisfying brunch and healing music I was looking for. <\/p>\n

Spencer Livingston<\/h4>\n

(Lot 1, 12:00 pm) Well, this was pleasant. What I thought was going to be a relaxing breakfast turned into a relaxing breakfast and the start of Day 2 of Echo Park Rising. Spencer Livingston<\/a><\/strong> is a rootsy and articulate singer songwriter, and he was in the back room with his acoustic guitar and warm, easy-going manner, sounding just wonderful. His solo debut, Grow<\/a>, came out back in July.<\/p>\n

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Holes and Hearts<\/h4>\n
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(Lot 1, 1:00 pm) In the midst of my breakfast, Holes and Hearts<\/a><\/strong> started their set, and I entered into a lovely daydream, regaining my equilibrium with a wholesome breakfast and copious amounts of caffeine. As I learn now, they’re a duo of two brothers based out of Las Vegas, Riley and Casey Macek. I recall a familiar New Order song, and then vaguely heard them say they would be performing a cover from a Silver Lake band. What followed was VERY familiar — Airborne’s “Changing.” Totally surreal. And that’s how my day began.<\/p>\n

The Wild Reeds<\/h4>\n
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Next up was The Echo, as I wanted to catch Fort King’s<\/a> set. But before them, yet another happy accident — The Wild Reeds<\/a><\/strong>. They’re a country-folk quintet that centers around three rather hypnotic ladies who sing beautiful harmonies and play various instruments such as acoustic guitar, banjo and harmonium. I might have wandered downstairs to the Echoplex to see what was going on down there, but I was completely transfixed. Since 2010, they’ve independently released two albums, Songs for the Morning, Afternoon and Evening<\/a> and Even When the Strong Winds Blow<\/a>. Upcoming shows include a San Francisco date on October 25 and it looks like they have a (FREE) Monday night residency at The Satellite<\/a> in December. Have a listen and support this marvelous band.<\/p>\n