A playlist of local bands for when summer is too hot and too long and your feet are dirty and you're a little hungry, but through it all you're here. When the magic of our city is in the air, but so is the smell of hot garbage and burning brakes. When it's 5 degrees hotter in Los Feliz than it is on the westside but it's the kind of day that makes you okay with standing in the sun in the back of your friend's indie record store to hear this local band you heard last Halloween at your other friend's way too elaborate house party - the one with a whole band showcase and the projection of Nightmare on Elm Street on the neighbor's house.
When you suspect that one person you think about everyday moved back from Portland or Austin or wherever and you've been hoping you'll run into them for months and you never do, but you drove past that line of palm trees at Adams off the 10 on the way here and that's got you feeling like your disappointment is poetic. Like this is the time in your story you'll tell stories about. When you feel like nobody really knows you here and that makes you wonder if anyone ever did, even back home. When you know you're part of something, but you don't know what.