The dogs days are not over. Im now with all my belongings in Venice Hostel. Adam is North Hollywood. Less is in the hostel. The real-estate agent has disappeared, there is no-correspondence other then a message from her to Les saying she had a heart condition and she would be in touch, its now Sunday and me and Less know its unrealistic to think anyone is working today and that the owner is signing off today, nor the agent coming to give us the keys. Adam, well he doesn't get it, crazy thoughts roll through his head but im to exhausted to try and explain it again.
So the hostel is everything you expect a Venice hostel to be, we meet 2 future allies there, Dougie Fresh, a Kiwi who has been from Austin Texas to Venice in the past 2 months, a great topshelf guy. He's a Dj back home, into drum & Bass, my kinda guy and most importantly not a Yobbo & Ewen Duffas, a brit who shares a unconditional love for music as i, aswell as incredibly talented piano/keyboard player. Ewen actually has been on stage with the late Amy Whinehouse. He was playing a gig back home 2 months before her death, (i remember reading about this when it happened) when Amy showed up and jumped on stage and they performed her hit "Valerie". Listening to him chat about it brought an eerie chill in the air, rest her soul. Im not sure it was the fact i read about it so far away , and then here i am on a balcony drinking a pint with a guy who lived the moment. I find things like this happen to me alot in my life, like the legendary night at Abby Roads where i found myself with some of my best friends singing "have a little help from my friends" by the Beatles in the same studio that it was recorded in so long ago (That night is it's own blog on its own as-well as alot more from my adventures With my brother Kieron and Jack & Neil. Again, something i couldn't make up, it just happens.
So Sunday funday in Venice. New friends, new home. Well temporary home, home is where the heart is and my home is music. The next few days are a blur as we end up stomping around Venice waiting for the real-estate agent to surface. And she does, we are officially homeless as this agent was being shady and had gotten a higher offer on the place and however it unfolded between her and the owner. Either way we were out bid and they gave us our deposit back and left us "out in the cold"they say, but its actually not that cold here. However what the fuck, Venice Real-Estate as we come to find is crazy. Wednesday doesn't come quick enough, Adam's dad Paul is flying in for Namm, he had gotten a hotel for us for Namm. Less had fired up dealings with a 2000 sqft loft in the heart of Venice, it is everything you could imagine, neighbours with Fiona Apple, right next to a house Lindsey Lohan had rented well she stomped around La landing herself in jail. It was minutes from the beach again, minutes from one of the "Top 5 rated hippest streets" in America, Abbott Kinney. Just all in all a rockstar set up, roof top patio , fireplace , 20 ft ceilings blah blah blah. So on one front, the situation sucks but the temporary future looks promising. This place is a risk for Less as he has agreed to put down the deposit on our behalf, and trust me it's alot. If we are to step into this place we will need to take on another roommate as the monthly costs will be high and thus we will be living the high life. In any case the deposit is given and we are locked in to another place, this one bigger and better then the last. I leave Venice with my belongings for Namm, leaving everything else behind at the hostel with Less taking it out and moving it to the new place when we are gone , as we are suppose to get the keys on the up and coming friday. So here i am , outfront of a hostel , picked up late Wednesday night and off to Anaheim for Namm 2013. http://www.namm.org/events/2013-namm-show
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