The rise of this kind of all-day indie sockhop is proof L.A.’s warehouses aren’t just for freight, psytrance and the odd orgy anymore. The Nomad Gallery Art Compound, a friendly art-bunker wedged deep in untrendy Frogtown, embraced the underground party set’s chill equation of art + music + abandoned industrial space = fuck the Sunset Strip with July 4th’s raucous “New Weird America” Festival.
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NEW WEIRD AMERICA FESTIVAL @ NOMAD GALLERY
July 6th, 2009 · 1 Comment
THE MOON DOGGIES: I DON’T DECIDE WHERE TO MOVE MY BODY
July 3rd, 2009 · No Comments
Moondoggies’ Kevin Murphy—and bandmates Robert Terreberry on bass, Carl Dahlen on drums and Caleb Quick on keys—are hauling their three-part harmonies, finger-picked guitar licks and Rhodes piano south to L.A. from Seattle. It’s an ageless American sound—as casually accidental as it can get. This interview by Christina Nersesian.
