Guy Blakeslee of The Entrance Band slayed on the guitar and was the dominating force of Saturday's Fuck Yeah festivities, as far as I am concerned. His bearded Messiah/revolutionary look got me pretty hot too:

They played at the Rec Center which became engulfed by an overwhelmingly putrid stench shortly before the end of their set. Someone (or multiple persons) had let one go, and it was nuclear. We decided that the poo smell might actually have been the band's fault--what with all that heavy rockin' hittin' our guts, it is possible that everyone in the crowd accidentally emitted a small amount of gas at the same time, creating the resultant cloud of foulness.

NAME-CHECKS:

I bumped into Lavender Diamond's Becky Stark by the artist check-in. She was sweet and spacey and wearing something odd that was covered in opaque mother-of-pearl sequins. Said hi to Erin Garcia of Brother Reade outside the Echo shortly before his set. Saw the organizer Sean Carlson running down the street looking happy. But then he always looks happy. Chatted up A&R goddess Laurel Stearns, who was with her BF, who plays in Joshua Tree's Thriftstore Allstars. Headbanged a little with the kindest, hardest-working young man in music, Josh Frankfort of Shmanagement. And mentally high-fived Metromix's blondely-bearded Associate Editor of Rad, George Ducker, who loaned me ten bucks last week.

I felt bad for all the sorry muthas standing in line behind the Echoplex to pick up their will-call tickets. Literally hundreds of poor humans stood in a miserable line that snaked around the side of the building. But it did prove one thing--just how sexy and popular Fuck Yeah has become.

Which may or may not be a good thing for the event itself.

Crucial news hot off the presses for all you L.A. vintage shopaholics:

#1: Apartment 3, the cute vintage/consignment/emerging designer packed boutique on La Brea, has moved downtown and is now only open three days a week, from Friday to Monday. Presumably this is because owner Kristin is busy putting together her new line, three-la.

#2: B.B.C., the beloved vintage/thrift store on Sunset Blvd. on Echo Park, has changed its name. It is now called "As American Vintage".  We're surprised they went for such a generic name (there's already a store called American Vintage in nearby Los  Feliz), and the new signage is kinda generic, hardly a fitting facade for the den of sexiness inside. Oh well.

#3: Sea Level Records' former premises on Sunset in Echo Park is now a boutique, selling fashiony white trash 80s-inspired hipster apparel by the looks of things. A band was playing inside during last weekend's Fuck Yeah fest, so I popped back today to check out the scene...but it was closed. I don't even know what its name is yet, as there is no signage. Updates to come!

I told you Avalon's quarterly Made in Brazil party was hotter than Gisele Bündchen in a Victoria's Secret catalog. Exhibits A and B.

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1. Friday night was spent at the Hyperion Tavern hanging out with Metromix style maven Caroline Ryder at her party. It was fun. Chilling outside, met the very cool patrons of a new café two north of the joint. It’s yet to officially open, but they were kind enough to hand me a Red Stripe and make Jessie an exceptionally tasty cappuccino. Good people.  

2. Saturday was super-fun. First up, a tasty morning brunch at Mani's. There was a quick cloudburst over Fairfax while eating. The rare phenomenon made everyone in the area a little giddy. Later, the eternally cool team of Motormouthmedia honcho Judy Miller and her hubby Mark had a little get-together around the pool. The guys from No Age and Deerhunter were there, although Bradford Cox was passed out in the bedroom most of the time. When he finally emerged groggy and in search of In-N-Out Burger, Judy introduced him to everyone. He took it upon himself to replace our names with ones he deemed more appropriate. My Bradford Cox name is “Jimmy.” I’m cool with that.

3. Sunday was kinda awesome. For one, when’s the last time you watched the movie “Singles”? I’m just saying.

4. Brunch at Home is always such a good thing. The food is good, and they have a full bar. I'm just saying.

5. Leaving Home, happened upon what appears to be a killer vegan spot called Green Leaves. Ran into Laura and Kyle who were heading in for brunch. They gave it the highest recommendation possible, saying they hit the spot for grub on the regular. I know where I’ll be noshing next weekend.

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7. Interlude (“Like New”)

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9. Finally was able to pry myself away in time to hit the Echoplex moments before Deerhunter took the stage as part of the Fuck Yeah Fest. Ran into Judy and Mark. Mark tells me that Bradford was up all night burning music from his vast and amazing collection.

10. Deerhunter plays. They are a zillion times better than they were when I saw them open for the Ponys at the Echo a few months ago. They meander through tunes like “Octet” and “Wash Away” in a controlled but still semi-chaotic manner. Bradford does not wear a wig or a dress, but a cool t-shirt with graphics from the 1981 ska documentary “Dance Craze.”

11. I bought a Deerhunter shirt. Yes, I am a music nerd.

12. Can someone please help me secure a copy of the Deerhunter/Hubcap City 7-inch on Rob’s Records? I know there are only 300 in existence, but I need Deerhunter’s “Greyscale” on vinyl.

13. Thanks, and take care of each other out there.