Ever want to travel through time? Rather than searching for a DeLorean or Tardis, we embarked on a voyage through the time stream by opening a refrigerator door in Hollywood. Yes, really, to a ‘fridge. Once inside, an extensive, three-stage journey back in time and throughout the history of psychedelic rock ensued. Lots of hair—long or just big—was of course involved.
1. A portal back to the ’70s at Good Times at Davey Wayne’s.
Good Times at Davey Wayne’s is such a Hollywood hot spot that the lines for entry can get intimidatingly long, and for good reason. What’s the fuss all about? For starters, the entrance—to reiterate—is a refrigerator door! Once inside, it’s as if being transported back into the ’70s. Imagine a world of shag carpeting, wood paneling, record sleeves and canned domestic beers, where the only illumination comes from vintage lamps and some psychedelic rainbow light projections on the ceiling. Staying true to the bar’s signature vibe, a DJ spun classics from The Rolling Stones and Johnny “Guitar” Watson (major kudos).
2. Riding waves of shimmering guitars, courtesy of Vinyl Williams.
Shortly after the beginning of their set, Vinyl Williams frontman Lionel Williams deadpanned, “Hope you guys like turquoise sounding music…maybe a little gold.” If it’s possible for music to sound turquoise, it would be the psych pop quartet, because their Krautrock gone shoegaze sound was as if being engulfed by waves of synths and reverb-soaked guitars. Their grand, instrumental onslaught of a finale was akin to being knocked over by a tsunami.
3. Going into another world with Slow White.
Sometimes a band will so fully get “into the zone” onstage, that it’s like they are venturing into something beyond a live performance. Slow White, on the other hand, was on another plane of existence. The sextet—which included a tambourine player in a sparkly, sequined shirt—locked into a groove as they reimagined ’60s psych pop through a filter of drone, noise, shoegaze and all styles ear-ringing. Onstage, their haunting, acid-drenched sound underwent a remarkable transformation into something formidable and grand, as if the band were on a trip of their own.
And thus, so were we.
Photos by Frank Mojica