I ventured out to support my good friends Ted Shred and Count Smokula at the annual Rockies last night… only to find out that it’s no longer being held at B.B. King’s in the City Walk. In fact, B.B. King’s seems to be closed completely. WTF?!
So, feeling super-intellingent and in-the-loop, I called the beautiful and talented Carol Tatum (Ted’s better half) who, through sniffles and sneezes, talked me through a verbal trail of bread crumbs until I found the Rockies’ new home, FM Station.
However, in classic LA fashion, FM Station doesn’t actually have their name on the door, or even a website. In fact, they haven’t even taken down the signage from the building’s previous iteration. If it weren’t for the throngs of people outside, I’d have never realized that the Hacienda Ranchero Whatever was actually FM Station in disguise. Thanks to Carol for getting me there.
Once there, I got to see some great live bands: Godmother, Wood, some band who’s name I can’t remember (but who played a nine hour sing-a-long version of the Beatles’ “A Little Help From My Friends”), and that early nineties MTV classic, Green Jello (Obey the Cow).
I also got to get up and do a little cameo hosting with Ted and Smokie, and confess to all the rockers in attendance that yes, I was in a Britney Spears’ music video, but that I was duped into doing so. I was given collective forgiveness from those in attendance.
Here’s me and the squeeze box king himself, Count Smokula (who later autographed some twitterpated fan’s accordion – I never knew there were accordion groupies).
Here’s our table sign.
And here’s me and the Shredster himself, looking quite alluring I must say. Fear the succulent hotness.
See ya at next year’s Rockies…
-JD:TKoF
p.s. There was no knife throwing at this event, and I was sad.
