If you missed my Part I, click here to read about Day 1 of Silverlake Jubilee.
Sunday, Day 2
Day 2 at the Silverlake Jubilee started later than Day 1 for me. I had brunch with friends at around 1 p.m. Come around 2:30 p.m., I went home and took a 30 minute nap. I was exhausted from my Saturday activities (once again, see Part I). After my nap, I drove on down to Silverlake Jubilee, parking along Hyperion (this is actually a semi-important point).
Santa Monica Stage
Silverlake Jubilee was on a tighter schedule for day 2 versus day 1. The first band of the afternoon for me was Lilofee. They started their set with an awesome wall of sound.
Comment: “We’re so excited to play here. We’re half way from Los Angeles and half way from San Francisco.”
Noticed: Lead singer had this female claw motion.
Sunset Stage
Next was a brief encounter with Seasons. I only caught half their set, if that. By missing half of Seasons’ set, I realized that Silverlake Jubilee had Sunday’s schedule tightened up compared to Saturday’s.
Comment: “We’ve got to make sure we’re in tune for our last song.”
Santa Monica Stage
I caught part of Division Day’s set where I heard the lead singer doing the sound check by saying, “Potato. Potato. Potato. Banana. Banana. Banana. Elephant. 
Elephant. Elephant. Potato.”
Noticed: Couldn’t help but notice the yellow shaker used by the drummer. I have no clue why this caught my attention, but it did.
Sunset Stage
Yes, at this point I was spinning with my constant back and forth between the two stages and had to settle down.
I stuck around the Sunset Stage to catch the Monolators’ full set. While standing near the stage, one of the band members kicked an opened Gatorade bottle. Gatorade flew towards the audience and the handful of us near the stage back paddled a couple feet. “I just wanted to add some special effects,” was the comment made afterwards.
Comment: “Does anyone know what a fop tie is?“
I have to mention the security guard at the Sunset Stage. He was one strict security guard. For Seasons, he refused to allow one photographer to stand in front of the stage area. Someone must have talked to him, because for the Monolators the photographers once again had free reign. He also challenged (I mean, challenged) anyone who came near the restricted zone area. I’m betting he usually works Staples Center events versus the more low-key Silverlake Jubilee.
I stuck around the Sunset Stage to catch the next band, Walking Sleep. By this point in the day, I thought it was getting chilly and was wondering if one of the singers (wearing a sleeveless t-shirt) was getting cold. A few moments later; however, one of the other band members said, “This is the most comfortable I’ve felt at an outside event.” Of course, he was wearing a long sleeved shirt.
Noticed: A photographer taking a shot with a Polaroid camera and giving it to a band member.
I loved Walking Sleep and will need to catch one of their sets in the near future. They did a Cure cover song, which was an added benefit.
Santa Monica Stage and then a trot back to the Sunset Stage
My friend/editor mentioned Foreign Born so I headed over to catch a couple of their songs before zipping on back to catch Voxhaul Broadcast. This is the final band I’ve wanted to catch of the bands that I’ve noticed playing with Local Natives (one of my favorite local bands, not like they need the added plug): some of the others being Eastern Conference Champions, Union Line and We Barbarians.
Folks were going wild for Voxhaul Broadcast. Teenagers were dancing all around me. A guy who looked like he was in his late 60s was dancing like a wild man. Someone yelled from the audience, “What’s your band name?”
“We’re Voxhaul Broadcast. You might not be able to pronounce it or spell it.” Looking heavenward, the lead singer gave one final yell, “We’re Voxhaul Broadcast.”
His comment resulted in a chant throughout their set, “Spell it out. Spell it out. Spell it out.”
Noticed: The bass player got his bass stuck between the cords of the microphone and later commented, “I got a little stuck there.”
I noticed during Voxhaul Broadcast that there was a woman taking notes on paper. I was glad to see that there was someone else taking notes in a Luddite fashion. A few moments later another woman approached me and asked if I wrote for a specific website. I told her I wrote for TRAffIK. She nodded. As she walked away, a strong drift of weed passed by me. I sent a text to a friend saying that someone had asked if I was a journalist and that I had caught the distinct scent of weed. My friend responded that the person was obviously high, because why else would she ask if I was a reporter. But hey, I did have a press badge so for the day I’d argue I was a reporter.
Santa Monica Stage
My last band of the night was, The Like. From there I was going to head on home and catch Lost via a slightly delayed DVR and do some final packing for my soon to arrive vacation (which will be a future TRAffIK column). Here is where things got a bit more interesting than just jumping from one stage to the next to catch a different band. My editor/friend sent me a text, which resulted in a little adventure.
Editor. 8:37: RU still at Jubilee?
Me. 8:40: Yes, waiting 4 Like then home 2 watch Lost on delay.
Me. 8:40: And pack.
Editor. 8:42: Can I asak for a huge favor my car stalled I am by Sunset stage by El Cid can I have w you give *Shnelley a ride home.
Editor. 8:42: By Silverlake Lounge
Editor. 8:43: Super quick I’ll give you my secret parking back here so you dsont miss thjew like.
Editor. 8:43: Sorry typos
My first thought was: Who is Shnelley?
My second thought was: Why doesn’t Shnelley want to stick around to see The Like? And why is she hanging outside Silverlake Lounge?
I decided to skip the text messaging exchange, calling my friend instead of sending off another text message. I must have the worst hearing when it comes to cell phones, because the only thing I could hear was “Sunset Stage.” I told my friend I couldn’t hear her, but would head over to Sunset Stage.
There, I learned that *Shnelley (Shelley) was part of the Rock n’ Roll Camp for Girls and that she needed to get home by 9ish (speculation: in time to catch Lost?) My friend couldn’t provide the ride home due to the fact that her car was stalled out behind El Cid. My friend was wondering if I could give Shelley a ride home. I was like, “Okay, but I’m parked rather far up on Hyperion.” We found Shelley who was close to Fountain/Myra (near Rock Camp booth location). I suggested they wait around next to a school while I ran off to get my car, which was parked about a half mile away. We got Shelley off to her apartment (located by the Silverlake Lounge) and then my friend and I drove back to where her car had stalled out in the back alley of El Cid. I gave her my car keys just in case someone needed my car moved and ran off to catch the back half of The Like’s set. I loved it. I took some photos. For some reason I’m convinced that the keyboardist gave me an evil eye for my flash photography.
Comment: “We’re the Like. This is our last song. Thank you so much. Thank you to Silverlake Jubilee. This is called ‘The End.’ “
After The Like, I headed back to El Cid, stopping along the way to get some Indian food from one of the food trucks. When I got back, I saw that they’d rolled my friend’s car down the hill and that she’d moved my car so that the bands still playing inside El Cid could load. (See, if you were wondering, passing off my car key did make sense.) We then hung around for about 45 minutes waiting for the tow truck. I have to say I’m not so sure about her tow truck alert system. She got an alert saying that the tow truck would arrive in 15 minutes. Well, we waited much longer than 15 minutes for her tow truck to arrive. Her problem: she ran out of gas, attempting to copy-cat that Seinfeld episode where Kramer decides to take a vehicle to the limit. I told her that that wasn’t exactly the wisest move in the world (you’re reading an article written by an individual who fears having to hitchhike back to civilization with a serial killer and so gets nervous when the gas tank needle tics below the quarter point). By the time the tow truck arrived and got her filled up with some gas, the Silverlake Jubilee was in clean up mode. We took off down Myra, driving past the tear down crew and so ended my time at the First Annual Silverlake Jubilee. What an awesome weekend of music. I’m putting this on my calendar for next year.
And off to home I headed to watch the final episode of Lost and to pack my carry-on luggage. Stay tuned for a continuation of this storyline . . .
* Name has been changed to protect identity
NOTE FROM THE EDITOR: Notes from Vivace’s account of the “car troubles” events are accurate (typos in texting were due in part to trying to do too many things at once and to my not being used to my phone’s keyboard ). I’d like to thank him and the wonderful load-in director for the El Cid stage for helping with the issue. Yes, this was a case of lessons learned and the fact that even though I love Silverlake and spend much time there, it needs more gas stations on the route between Edendale Grill and El Cid!!!
