Fri, Dec 11
The Happy Return, The Grinns, Jettee
An outdoor show in December is a San Diego privilege and locals are slightly smug about it, with some justification. Early evening, open air, three bands nobody outside the county has written about, and the specific quality of light that makes even a mediocre set feel like a memory. The bill is the kind that exists because the bands know each other and somebody offered them a date, which means the running order is friendly rather than competitive and the crowd drifts between the stage and the edges without anybody minding. It finishes early. That matters more than it sounds, because it leaves the rest of the evening intact and turns the whole thing into something you can do on a whim rather than plan around. Take somebody who claims they do not go to shows any more; this is the gentlest possible re-entry.
An outdoor show in December is a San Diego privilege and locals are slightly smug about it, with some justification. Early evening, open air, three bands nobody outside the county has written about, and the specific quality of light that makes even a mediocre set feel like a memory. The bill is the kind that exists because the bands know each other and somebody offered them a date, which means the running order is friendly rather than competitive and the crowd drifts between the stage and the edges without anybody minding. It finishes early. That matters more than it sounds, because it leaves the rest of the evening intact and turns the whole thing into something you can do on a whim rather than plan around. Take somebody who claims they do not go to shows any more; this is the gentlest possible re-entry.
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An outdoor show in December is a San Diego privilege and locals are slightly smug about it, with some justification. Early evening, open air, three bands nobody outside the county has written about, and the specific quality of light that makes even a mediocre set feel like a memory. The bill is the kind that exists because the bands know each other and somebody offered them a date, which means the running order is friendly rather than competitive and the crowd drifts between the stage and the edges without anybody minding. It finishes early. That matters more than it sounds, because it leaves the rest of the evening intact and turns the whole thing into something you can do on a whim rather than plan around. Take somebody who claims they do not go to shows any more; this is the gentlest possible re-entry.
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