Josh Behind the Service Bar

from the shaker life series

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Virginia Setting Up the Bar

from the shaker life series

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After Hours, Free Spirits

from the shaker life series

image On the Beach in Big Sur, CA

Sometimes you stumble upon a place in nature, so devoid of human intervention, it feels like a fantasy. A dream you’re allowed to live in for a moment. Any attempts to capture it on your camera phone are in vain. It’s just too vast, too consuming, and totally inexpressable. These are the special places that restore your soul, the part of you that is damaged by daily doses of civilization.

Sweatstock 5 @ Sweat Records, Churchill’s

I never, ever miss a Sweatstock. Such a genuine event is rare in the Miami music scene, a place dominated by megaclubs and multi-million dollar laserlights and a bunch of weird designer drugs. Sweatstock is the antithesis to all of that. No bullshit, no ropes, no pretentions, no VIPs. Just a bunch of Miami’s most talented musicians, playing for free in a parking lot, creating the bona fide camaraderie that can only be brought about by enjoying good music together. This year, I met a woman by the food trucks. Before I even told her my name, she was braiding my hair and handing me a vodka-orange soda in a solo cup. We chatted about our relationships like a couple of old friends. Then someone grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the stage. I got lost in the pit. It was roiling with sweat-drenched dancers, possessed by the band, ripping apart stuffed effigies and tossing them through the air like a bunch of crazed maniacs. “What the fuck is going on?” Oh, just Sweatstock. My favorite day of the year. 

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