~Rolling my bike through the lots this morning, leaf-blowers utilized for confetti-wrangling and street sweepers sponging-away cakey-beer stains from the asphalt, heart still warmed by the encouraging sentiments slung deep under those white vinyl tents with D.I.Y. artists hanging their hearts on display. Yeah, it was big, bigger than any D.I.Y. fest.
Ferndale's some kind of force now... It's definitely not Detroit, but, still, it's not Royal Oak. What is this scene? Is it the nucleus, the hub, the way station?
I dunno... We'll see. Pretty active though.
Passalacqua performed their fiercest set yet in their brief but busy/buzzed-up/busting two-year existence; the night's crowd got swept up into one of those precious instances where performer and audience connects and feeds off each other's energies in an almost supernatural way. And think: the headlining slot of the last night didn't go to a bigger, more-established, touring band with a bevy of albums and radio-play wracked on their resumes, it went to a pair of humble rappers who've just been doing their "own thing..."
They debuted this music video on the wall of the Emory. (Dir. Andy Miller):
The lights went low, they put on their blue-laser-lit sunglasses and they got everybody to scream to their song, "Sirens..."
And as Halloween gets closer, we'll hear more about the epic music video that Passalacqua (made up of rappers Mister and Blaksmith) performed in for Amino Acids/Ded-Dave-Show director Colin Duerr; an altogether freaky/marvelous/surreal nightmare-nocturne featuring bird-like "women of the underworld..." inside an inter-dimensional, haunted hotel. More on that soon.
Something happened last night that I still can't quite assess; but there was a lot of local-love emanating out upon/throughout the streets. Ferndalian streets. It's not any kind of utopian-scene that we all long for, but it's growing into something that's evidently can effectively spread inspiration.
Ferndale's getting busier... More bands dabbling in more genres and coming in from more scenes/pockets... Though, we could use a bit more of the experimental/noise/punk pocket, but I digress. I'm over-thinking it as usual. But still, Ferndale's only getting busier.
