Esme Writes.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember what had to have been a very stimulating and gregarious debate taking place at Hyperion Tavern at 1:40a on Saturday morning.

Let me recount the events leading up to that point in the evening:

The night started out typically. My friend Marissa A. Ross (of Tangents & The Times fame) had managed to survive in the wilds of Los Angeles for a year, and we decided to celebrate the only way we know how- with a lot of laughter, booze and good music. There was supposed to be a special DJ set at Hyperion Tavern by Yoni Wolf (of WHY? fame) and we were in. We rolled into the bar a little after 10, not wanting to miss his set, and wanting to beat the crowds, to a nearly empty bar. We had, indeed done both of these things.

Now the night started slowly, with us sidling up to the bar ordering Bohemias and making cracks about God Knows What, generally just being a lot lighter than the sullen hipster faces around us. After sneaking to the car for some more JD (after unabashedly asking the guy [who ended up being Shaun {of Anticon Records fame}] behind the bar if we could bring our pint bottle in to the bar to a polite and almost incredulous let down) we had more beers and stood up by the DJ booth, just dancing and enjoying our Girls Night Out. At around midnight, after a few more Bohemias and possibly another trip to sneak some JD, my levels of intellectual debate where sharpened and thus the magic happened.

This debate OBVIOUSLY had to sprung from the forced frugality of the current economic crisis (Exhibit A, 1:46am) turning the United States population to the more banal cuisine typically consumed by the lesser formed and matured palates of the younger populous.
This of course leads us to wonder “in these times of uncertainty” where our rights begin as the life of the Starving Artist becomes more of a reality than a romanticism. Creative Common licensing has been utilized increasingly especially as usage and availability of internet access becomes a staple in the lives of citizens. Of course, we, as creators of Art, like to see the fruits of our labors and hope that eventually these “fruits” include monetary compensation (Exhibit B, 1:46am).

Luckily I am an obsessive-compulsive user of all things Facebook and Twitter, or else these little flashes of brilliance (or flashes in a pan) would have been lost in the blur of another Los Angeles weekend.

48 hours in 621 x 420 pixels.

Digitized lifestyle is good for the memory. Or not.