Showing posts with label surf shops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surf shops. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Surf Shop Parties - Starring Natas Kaupas

Last Friday was the night for fancy surf shop parties, and the two that I knew of were both going off. We started the fun over at Lone Wolfs Objets d'Surf (you have to call it fancy when they name it that), where the surf shop/studio (Wolf At The Door) folks were hosting a party that featured the band Springtime Carnivore blazing through a set on the outdoor parking lot stage for both the packed crowd and the Friday night traffic on Lincoln Boulevard.


It was more fun than we had anticipated, as seemingly ALL our Venice pals had come out of winter hibernation to kick up their heels and raise a glass with their friends while listening to some live music under the stars. But we couldn't stay. We had even bigger fish to fry.


You see, pretty much our entire lives my brother Paul and I have held Natas Kaupas in the highest esteem possible. The Dogtown skate legend was our main dude when growing up in Minnesota, far away from the mean streets of Venice and Santa Monica where these guys were changing the world.


We loved him, and he soon became a long running example of missing out on something big ... "Oh, you know who you just missed on David Letterman?" "It better not have been Natas Kaupas!" You get it. But we did NOT miss Natas Kaupas last Friday, because he was kicking it over at General Admission, with a party for a shoe collaboration Kaupas did with the Lakai Limited Footwear company.


The shoes were pretty fresh, but nothing is as fresh as Natas himself. What a cool guy. Paul and I were beaming as we told him how much we'd admired him growing up, and he just smiled and laughed and clinked our glasses. I imagine he gets this a lot. We were stoked, not only at meeting a hero that totally holds up, but also that we get to live in a place where jamborees like this are the norm. Fun! Thanks!


Friday, September 25, 2015

Deap Vally At Lone Wolfs

Earlier this year I went out to Pappy & Harriet's to witness the reunion of my Minneapolis ladies, Babes In Toyland. It was, of course, awesome. The worst L.A. traffic ever found us arriving just as Babes was blazing through their first song, totally missing the openers, Deap Vally. All night we kept hearing how good they were, so I was disappointed to have missed them.

That all got fixed last night when I got the invite from RTO+P and Wolf At The Door to come and see Deap Vally play in the parking lot at the Lone Wolfs Objets d'Surf shop on Lincoln.

It's a gorgeous shop, and the Wolf At The Door recording studio lives downstairs in the former pool area of the PADI dive shop. The whole place just feels cool, and very Venice creative. I love it.



The gals of Deap Vally took the stage, and pretty much as soon as they blasted out the first notes, traffic got even worse on Lincoln, as cars slowed down to see what in the world was going on next to the Thai restaurant. And what was going on was pure rock.

Lindsey Troy belted out her vocals with sheer force, perfectly matched by Julie Edwards' banging drum beats, and both of them had on the freshest unitards, star spangled, fringed and shiny. Jealous.



Venice locals were out in force, enjoying a Little Friday (Thursday) and getting sauced (courtesy of Reyka Vodka) in a parking lot in a bit of practice for this Sunday's Abbot Kinney Festival.

In between songs, Edwards commented, "This is my next to last show before a baby comes out of my body!" - and I liked them even more. Rocking moms!



Some guys circle danced around in front of the stage and it all amped up from there ... and then we remembered we still had to go to work today. Oof.

The bottom line is Deap Vally is awesome, Lone Wolfs is super cool (more on them soon), and Venice remains the place to be surprised by a rock show when you're just out walking your dog, as happened with some friends of mine that randomly showed up. Excellent.



Thank you to everyone involved for another exceptional evening in Venice, California.

As we head off into the sure to be memorable weekend ... remember this truth from the Lone Wolf bathroom ...



You really do.