Last week, J received a text message from Tristan,Ã‚Â a fellow musician who heÃ‚Â had met at their old rehearsal studio in Santa Monica. J had somewhat befriended him and his band, Native June, and hung out with them a couple of times at the studio.Ã‚Â We also went to see them play at the Key Club in Hollywood once and went to Tristan’s apartment for the ” after show party” following the concert.
They are really nice guys and I really like that Tristan keeps up with J. He had text messaged him aboutÃ‚Â their show at “The Cage” in Agoura Hills last Saturday and we had decided that we were going to go and see them.
When we got to Agoura Hills, we had a really hard time to find – what we thought was a club – “The Cage”. We asked at the gas station, we asked at another bar – nobody had heard aboutÃ‚Â it. It was really odd. Luckily, J was able to get a hold of Tristan and he told us that “it”Ã‚Â was right next to a church. A nightclub called “The Cage”, next to a church? It all sounded really bizarre to me.
Well, turns out that the “supposedly” cool nightclub was a fenced open-airÃ‚Â concrete basketball court with a temporary stageÃ‚Â next to the community church. Well, the name wasn’t too far fetched, was it? It was somewhat like a cage ;) I think there was an all day church event or something going on and they had invited a couple of bands to wrap up the day. There were only about 50 people including a bunch of teenagers.
Native June played for about 40 minutes and afterwards the guys, some of their friends and J and I went to a sushibar close by to have some drinks and hang out.
It was a really good night. Although J was a littleÃ‚Â bummedÃ‚Â that he wasn’t the one to be up on stage, he got some really great encouragement from the guys to start looking for a new band and keep going. I thought that was really sweet.
We finished up our night with a late night dinner at – have a wild guess! – BURGER KING and I am pretty sure that I had enough fast food for the next couple of months. It was good while it lasted, but I usually regret having eaten that crap after I am done. Oh well. There was nothing else open at thatÃ‚Â late hour, so we were
kinda forced to go there – if you know what I mean ;)