We made a concerted effort to take it easy on New Years Eve this year. So we rented a house in Palm Springs from some old dude named Darryl, who told us that it was under no circumstances to be a party house. So we kept it as mellow as we could, which meant that Darryl still flipped out on me on January 4th and told me he’s never seen his house look so bad after renting it out for the last 30 years. He also claimed he’s rented it thousands of times, so I called bullshit, but that’s another story. At any rate, my point here is that, the day that we left Palm Springs was not the ideal day to go straight to a Jam Van shoot for myself, D. Bell, and The Perfect Hippie. However, we did it all the same, because we’re dedicated. Also, because we were filming at the Perfect Hippies house and we knew that he had a couch and cable.
This shoot it seems was full of rain checks from previous shoots. As our first two bands on the day had both missed prior sessions in the past and we owed them a solid…
Band number one was The Far West, and this rain check dates back to the way back. I’m talking Year 1 JITV shit here. These guys were supposed to play in the original, OG, Jam Van #1 outside of the Central SAPC in Santa Monica in 2011. To give you an idea of time frame here, the Central SAPC hasn’t existed for at least 2 years and come SXSW 2015, the OG Jam Van #1 will have been growing dirt behind a Pizza Hut in Fort Stockton, Texas for almost 4 years, crazy…
We lost the original Far West Session due to having a very unprofessional crew at the time. Back in 2011 we weren’t the tight operation that we are today, and things could tend to be pretty lax at times. That caused us to lose a session or two due to either faulty camera work or faulty audio. I seem to recall that this was a lost camera files situation. I can’t say for certain, but I think that’s what the deal was. Since we’ve always been sticklers for quality, we weren’t going to put out a session that was missing an entire camera.
So flash forward to 2014… er wait, it was 2015! All cameras worked, the audio was pristine, and The Far West finally got to Jam in the Van.
As previously mentioned we were filming at the Perfect Hippie’s house, so this was a good “hangover session,” for those of us with hangovers. When our legs needed a rest we were able to take repose in the living room and catch the football playoff games that were going on at the time. The Perfect Hippie is a Dallas Cowboys fan. So is the Spud, who would turn out to be the imperfect Spud before the game was done. Dallas was playing the Detroit Lions in the first round of the playoffs. It’s been a long time since Dallas made any post season noise in the NFL, so it goes without saying that The Perfect Hippie was wearing his favorite Cowboys’ sarong and other good luck charms and also that he most likely had entrusted a fair amount of money on them winning the game. At some point it became evident that Spud was a jinx, a common occurrence in sports, the only remedy for which is to have the jinx leave the room. So Spud was banished, and I’ve never seen a jinx take it with such understanding. He knew that service to his team could best be rendered by his non-viewing of the game. So he took the hit. He also might have realized that he’s supposed to be working the Jam Van shoot, and it was not taking place in the living room. So Spud took up his usual seat in front of The Van for our second make-up session of the day with Nocona.
This is another example of a band with a name that I don’t have a clue about. Not that any band name really means much or makes sense, but generally I know what the words are, or what language they’re in. I drew a blank here. A quick google search reveals a band, a boot company, and a city in Texas. Since I forgot to ask the band during their session, I’ll guess they might be from Texas. They seemed like they might be. As of now though, they live in Los Angeles. We missed them the first go around due to some last minute schedule changes on our part that bumped them out of the line-up. This was maybe a year or so ago, so not as distant as The Far West, but we still owed them one.
They woke up the neighborhood with their speedy rock and roll. They really actually did, as a few neighbors came out to watch. Once again, one was a fan prior and super excited to see The Van parked outside of his parents’ house. He brought some beers of his own and took a seat with Spud. He was not a Cowboys’ fan, but he liked beer and he liked Jam in the Van, so we gave him some Lagunitas to stick around a little while longer.
I believe it was during our third band of the day, Talk in Tongues, that The Cowboys managed to come back and win their home playoff game. There was much jubilation throughout the living room and Spud was allowed to come in and use the bathroom. We didn’t have a shoot the following weekend when the Cowboys got spanked and eliminated. I’m assuming Spud forgot not to watch. Regardless, Talk in Tongues didn’t seem to show any interest in the game. They were focused more on tuning their instruments and getting their keyboard’s sound meticulously dialed in. This took quite a bit of time and the sun took its leave for the moon. It’s interesting to see the different processes that bands go through to set themselves up. Sometimes it’s just a dude and a guitar, and other times there are computers and things that look like computers involved and we’ve just got to step aside and let the magic makers craft their illusions. The keys were eventually set and lovely music was made.
At the start of every shoot we go down the list of bands performing for the day and we pick out who we think should sit down in Cuz’s Corner based either on what we know about the band or simply the name of the band. When we booked Drug Cabin we knew immediately that they would be sitting in The Corner, and it was %100 because of their name. In most instances Spud is going into these interviews blind until he hears the band. It’s kind of a cross your fingers and hope he likes them thing. To date, Spud has claimed that he likes every band that has spoken with him in Cuz’s Corner, so we’re shooting a perfect score, and Drug Cabin kept us perfect. Spud was grooving to their psychedelic beach rock. They asked him if they could smoke a joint in Cuz’s Corner, very expected, and he said sure, but I think the notion of getting up from his seat and finding the joint dissuaded the band member who was pushing for the session. So they took a rain check, stoners…