Photos by Ella Gibson After an hour-long bus ride down Santa Monica Boulevard, in a brown leather jacket and chunky Dr. Martens, I found myself at a cemetery (literally). “Hollywood Forever: Funeral Home. Cemetery. Cremation.” Lining up next to a row of tombstones was definitely not how I envisioned my Wednesday night to begin, but…
Turning the corner onto Santa Monica Boulevard, I found myself in a sea of teens and twenty-something year olds in gold belts, long skirts, and silver nose rings waiting eagerly for the clock to strike. The doors opened promptly at 7:00, the 500-person venue filling by the minute. Eliza McLamb’s name was spelled out on…
Photos by Emily Waugh “A lot of sad single people come to our shows”. That’s what Sam Bentley, lead singer of Australian indie folk-rock band, The Paper Kites, jokingly declared, a ray of light illuminating his acoustic guitar from behind. Oddly enough, I didn’t see many “sad single people” present that night, instead, countless couples…