It’s now story time from last night.
Start off by heading to Spaceland and get their a little bit into the Hour of the Shipwreck set. Very different/experimental/unique. I guess the only band I can think of right now to relate them with would be Deerhoof. I think the more you listen, the more you understand. They played a good set, then onto the band Holy Shit. This is almost too easy, but holy shit I was disappointed. I’m not usually one to write about when a band sucks, but I was just fed up. They took forever to setup, the lead singer was chewing gum both during sound check and while singing, then when they finally start, well I left. I went and closed out my tab and left right as they started their second song. The only thing that cheered me up was that the hotdog stand was outside and I can’t pass up a bacon wrapped hotdog death with everything on it.

So we head over to the the echo next for Hell Ya! Got there just in time for eskimohunter to go on. This is my second or third time seeing them live, and I really like them. I have yet to listen to anything on their myspace or mp3’s floating around - yet they are a great live band.

After chatting with some people and hanging out, The Sugi Tap went on. Earlier in the night, my friend Joe mentions that the lead singer from Eve 6 is wondering around. WHAAAT?! Turns out Tony and Max from Eve 6 made a new band. Great alternative stuff, they played a good set that a few dedicated fans were totally into. By dedicated fans, they knew all the words and were way into it. Gotta love that. For more on bands at Hell Ya last night, head here.

Overall, the night was at first full of shit, then turned around right about when I ate that hotdog and it then became a good night. That magical bacon wrapped hotdog with grilled onions, mustard, mayo, and ketchup. It’s 10:45 AM, yet I really want some of that artery clogging goodness right now.

On one final note, if I dropped by the Silverlake lounge I would have been a super echo park hipster. Add on Short Stop or Little Joy and call yourself hipster god.