Let's back up a little in the life of Dalit. When I first decided I wanted to work in the music industry, I discovered a local record label that was starting up and needed interns: Banter Records. They were looking for interns with experience, and "how are you supposed to have experience, when no one will give you experience without it?" But, being the charming, stubborn, and giant pain in the ass that I am, I bugged and harassed the hell out of Matt until he agreed to interview me, and gave me the "job". It was an untraditional and unconventional internship. I would show up at 8 pm and would work until midnight or later in the makeshift office of Matt, Tyler, and Caleb's living room. Don't get me wrong, I had my own desk and all, but I would stay up putting stickers on millions of CDs. It was a great time. Thanks to Tyler, I discovered my love for alcohol and cigarettes (I quit smoking now) at the tender age of 20. There was never a night when I wouldnt come in to an ice cold beer waiting for me... Those were fun times, its like I had three new brothers. I mean, one of the best shows I've ever seen in my life was Bright Eyes in Hollywood, and that was thanks to them taking me.
Well, just the other day, I got back in touch with Tyler (who calls me Dalai Lama) who filled me in on Matt moving to San Francisco and him joining in 6 months, and that The Antiques, our number one band, had split up and now Joey was trying his hand at The Traditionist. He also told me that Banter Records was moving away from being a label and more into the PR and management side of things. Smart move. He told me about The Traditionist playing tonight.
So I went. I took Ashley and we met up with Ryan at the Waterfront- only the best burger dive bar in San Diego. It's a total dive bar that is packed from 10 am to 3 am. We chowed down on our Waterfront Burgers and headed to Subtext, the grand opening of an art gallery where The Traditionist would be playing. It's been a while since I had been in that "scene". Since my ex, Dan, would take me to art galleries and displays, I hadn't seen the whole "hipster scene" in a while. It took Ashley a little getting used to. She's from Lake Jackson, Texas--- yeah..... its exactly what you're thinking.... I ran into Tyler in the courtyard and I said hi, and then the band started playing.
What is the Traditionist? Oh boy. The best I can do is (and bear with me): The Album Leaf meets The Mother Hips meets Iron and Wine meets Bright Eyes with a hint of Pink Floyd. I KNOW!!!!!!!! I love Joey to death, but I feel like his thing is more about the lyrics than about the music, because it's the same notes over and over, and everyone playing the same note at the same time. It would get to a point where it would feel a little dull. I definitely liked him in The Antiques a whole lot better. The band played in the courtyard with a garage door that led to the street completely open. About halfway through the set, the cops showed up, attempted to stop the show, couldn't, so they gave up and left. It was awesome.
After the show, I stayed and talked to Tyler a little more, and I believe he tried recruiting me to San Francisco after graduation to work with him and Matt again. When I told him I would either be in LA or NY, and that I now have interviews lined up with Harry Fox, PopGun, and Warner-Chappell, he told me he would get me in touch with as many people as he knew down at Warner... and that we should sit and talk one day and catch up for real. Then, the girl I think was his girlfriend was getting restless, so we said bye and left.
Met up with Joe at his house, but not before making a bathroom break at Ralphs, and leaving the store with a pack of chocolate chip cookies. Ashley and I knew the code to his apartment so we just went in, past the concierge and got his ass out of his house and into my car. First stop was Shout House to watch the dueling pianos because neither Ash nor Joe had ever seen them. But, it was military night, so that was an instant no go. Second stop, Whiskey Girl. The line was around the corner with a ratio of 8 guys to 1 girl. Again, no go. Third stop, Fleetwood. But halfway there, we decide to go to Jolt'n Joes instead to play some pool. SO RANDOM... neither one of us three is the pool playing especially on a Friday night, type of person. And then, as the drinking games got under way, David showed up. I thought David hated me, but I guess not.
As usual, David left early cuz he's an old geezer, but it was good to finally see him again. I lost. A lot. It turns out, I suck at pool. But good thing is that for some reason I was craving beer ( I don't drink beer!) so that made my "getting drunk" not so drunk. If anything I was hyper. Pool playing plus alcohol, plus pool balls and pool sticks = a lot of dirty jokes. A LOT OF THEM. And lots of laughing. too much. my cheeks hurt. Probably haven't been this hyper since highschool.
2 am: striking up a conversation with the guy at the bar lands us a free dinner at the Ocean Air Room across the street. Why? Because the guy was the head chef there and he was doing Restaurant Week, so if we go in before Wednesday, we'll get a free dinner.
2:30 am: Zach sends a cab to get me from Ashley's house. Zach never does stuff like that. Too bad I wasn't at Ashley's anymore. I was already on my way home.
And now...... thinking that maybe New York is not the place for me to live. I love it too much down here in Cali. And my friends are here. And my work is in LA. so now, I'm having second thoughts..... as I'm packing for my week in NYC where I'm interviewing for jobs... GREAT
And now.....
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