I’ve been going to and working at Outside Lands since 2015 and it truly is one of my favorite festivals out there. It’s more than the memories and nostalgia but that’s certainly no small factor: Golden Gate Park, amongst the trees, the hills, a haven in the midst of a lively and beautifully chaotic city, of which we are unleashed within while the night is young. When the fog rolls in and those trees light up and start dancing… that’s that shit right there. Nowhere else i’d wanna be in the late summer. Or any other time for that matter…
Little Miss Moon Crab Herself. Painting a space ship and you’ll never guess what she’s beaming up. Take a look here to find out...
Another OSL In The Books. In the white space next to Green Day, I am adding running into Jade... she is PURE MAGIC!! #NOWHITESPACE©
This time I got to do it with Mar, which was a real treat. We had gone single day together and on pandemic halloween, but this time we were doing the marathon. Needless to say I was fired up. When you work you get a free day. Friday was ours but Mar had to work until 3 so after leaving our #awaymessage, I hit the pavement. Picked up a BLT and off to the park we go. It wasn’t long before the homie beacon went off and by that time we were all in it and along for the ride…
After an AMAZING Friday, we made our early morning trek to Grasslands. We LUCKED OUT to be at the mural station working with Rob Louthan & Co. at the mural station. “Make it easy for em, so they don’t have to think. Just paint!” We jumped right in. All people need is a little push to get back to their creative roots. We were GIVING IT. Truly in our own respective elements, ON in a way that was stimulating and inspirational and life giving. All the stress of many weeks of working and hustling and slogging melted away and we thrived…
Just a couple a crazy kids painting the day away. Stay High / Stay Daddy. I Love You / Say It Back. Decolonize. Don’t Be An Asshole. LA 💙
By Sunday the elements (and the other stuff) started taking their toll. Hydration is key, friends! And the station was out of it. Perfect time for a “professional detour.” So I took a party hike. Leaving the intimacy of Grasslands, I walked through the Love Tunnel into the Polo Grounds and… hot damn that’s a lotta people! I disorientatedly got myself into the flow, realizing I was dancing to a song I loved and oh hey look there’s Meyer & Matthias. Beautiful synchronicity. A hero’s journey later I got back and they already had water: LOL. But that wasn’t the point…
Community (f)Art. We were so honored to work alongside Robert Louthan & His Awesome Team of Artists on the deck at Grasslands. Getting our hands dirty and helping facilitate so many smiles. Brings me back to Stucco. If those walls could talk. What a wild story they would tell.
After our last shift, we had nothing left to give. We had given it. So we sat our asses on the Polo Grounds to rest our barking dowgs. Then we sat our asses down at Tea Time, zoning out and deliriously laughing watching the Bubble Kid. When we finally rejuvenated, we strolled through the Panhandle to play jenga, schmooze with the tree people, and recharge ourselves for a final push to end on a dancy tip. Five minutes in, we dropped our asses down some more. Sit-down party was all we had. The true sign of a weekend well done…
“Though I Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death, I Will Fear No Evil: For Thou Art With Me, This Beer And This Vibe Comfort Me.” 24 thousand steps a day. No sleep til Brooklyn. Summer sun beating down from on high. We are not afraid. This is my Island In The Sun ☀️