Recovering from yesterday’s illness forced me to miss 120 Days, MGMT, Little Brother and Boys Noize. Bah.
But I arrived in time to see some Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks. Their loose rock jams slash sea shanties were adorned with much proggy filigree. It was nice big-sky music for a big-sky setting. “It’s time to go fucking Jack Johnson on your ass,” Malkmus announced later, strapping on an acoustic. That was my cue to bolt.
I strode over to the Sahara tent to catch Erol Alkan spinning
"Futuristic concept cars, eye-popping exotics, pre-production models, interactive ride and drives and the latest alternative fuel options" are promised at the OC Auto Show, which opens for a four-day run at Anaheim Convention Center this afternoon.
Swell.
When will our flying Jetsons cars roll off the line?
