Event&Party:

5th of July 7p Event&Party for Han Vance: Golden State Misadventures at A Cappella Books (on the corner of Dekalb Avenue in Inman Park of Atlanta, Georgia).

GOLDEN STATE MISADVENTURES
Previous Publicity Events and Related Media Coverage:
1. Book Soup (LA)-Sidewalk Radio, LA Weekly, Things To-Do LA
2. Distant Lands (Pasadena)-Los Angeles Times, Pasadena Weekly
3. Paradise Found (Santa Barbara)-Santa Barbara Independent
4. Alley Cat (San Francisco)-The San Francisco Examiner
5. Decatur Book Festival (Metro ATL)-JustPeace radio show

The signed Golden State Misadventures master cut version, including LOST VEGAS (bonus short story), will be available for purchase for the first time ever this 5th of July.

Don’t miss this fun FREE Event&Party!

www.silverstonepress.com if you wish to preorder a copy now.

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Hanfest

(Photo by: Han Vance)

The day I moved from Marietta proper to the more distant suburbs, a punk rocker juvenile delinquent named Chris Damico was building a small wooden skateboard ramp in the street that led to my new culdesac. Though I had never ridden a skate ramp before, I’d picked up street skating about a year earlier as the sport hit a second wave of major national popularity in the mid 1980s.

It was the heat of a Southern summer, and most of my like-aged friends were living closer to the Marietta Square. I was living way out in the vast stretching sprawl of what had been previously rural, then exurban, and finally suburban Cobb County, in what was then known to be the fastest-growing civilization in the history of mankind: greater metropolitan Atlanta.

My siblings were a good bit younger than I, and I found myself with no one cool to regularly hang out with when I was not at work as a fine-dining busboy at The Planter’s restaurant. By mid-summer, my friend Doug got a Chevy Nova and was the first to get a license. He started picking me up, and I was back hanging with my old crew of friends. Before that, I skated with Damico everyday.

We grew apart, Damico and I, but we talked from time to time. Then when I was a senior, his mom moved out of the school district, and he talked my brothers and folks into letting him ride out the school year living with us. I thought it was a terrible idea, but the decision was made before I had any input. He bunked with my brothers.

For the first time, we became truly close friends. My epic high school career was winding down, so we decided to have a huge graduation party as a last hurrah. We set a date and gathered friends from neighboring schools, like Dave Weiss, at my house for a meeting and told them to tell their friends and friends of friends from many of the schools across the county.

A week before the party my parents went out of town for one night, so we threw an impromptu gathering. Hundreds of kids from my school showed up and lined my entire street with cars and trash. I paid my brothers to clean up the mess after, but I was immensely worried. We didn’t have access to enough space for the coming big graduation party, and my folks’ plans to go out of town again were suddenly cancelled. We were screwed.

My mom and stepdad’s yard at the time led to a stretch of woods that eventually led to fields behind a huge western store called Horsetown. Damico came up with the idea to rent these fields, and in a meeting in which the outcome still baffles me to this day they agreed to lease us the property for a night. We paid them a small amount of money and assured them it would be a calm affair.

As the day approached, I distributed flyers amongst the upperclassmen at my school listing my address as the location for an “Adult Graduation Party.” A teacher found one and said I could not go on with the plan, but I scoffingly told him I was eighteen and the party was the day after school ended. It was out of his jurisdiction.

My friend Todd Smalley’s band the Wild Onions agreed to play the event, and I made him promise not to reveal the real location of the party to anyone at our school. He kept my secret at Lassiter; meanwhile we called our party planning colleagues and told them to tell everyone to be at my house by 5:00 p.m.

We hung a sign on my basketball goal on the day of the fest that said: “Go To HORSETOWN.” We were there well off the street and obscured from visibility with the rock band playing as the thousands and thousands of kids began to show up. As the sun set, the traffic continued to stream into the fields.¬†We positioned paid parking attendants in the drive to charge admission for vehicles and made hundreds of dollars over the field rental. Interestingly, Damico and I both later worked for years in the management of the parking industry.

Of course, the cops came that night. We heard it told that for a few hours they could not find the exact party location. When they did attempt to bust the party, it still went on for over an hour as they simply directed traffic out while making very few arrests for underage drinking. When the crowd finally started to thin, we grabbed as many cute girls as would follow us and led them back through the woods to the relative safety of my house.

For weeks after, we were the reigning stars of the county. I began to commonly hear the term “Hanfest” and wondered who’d coined it. About a month later, I was hanging out with my artist friend Mike Tom. He told me he’d hand-painted a sign at the entrance of the Horsetown fields that said: “HANFESTIVAL.”

Timi Conley’s Fuzzy Kite to Many Moons

Why is the sky so blue? He doesn’t like words anymore, he says, but Timi Conley is clearly in love with sound. And what a wall.¬†Berlin fell, and they are playing punk rock music on mars. Give him your money, kids. He is no more for sale than “Frank Zappa (for President”) ever was. Things ’bout to get weird.

I’m dreaming up our big pARTy now over veggie enchiladas, Reverend TC (“Timi”) Pane and me together again. See, Timi’s birthday is 8-28, mine 8-29. I was born on the same day as Michael Jackson and the dude who thought up Democracy, but that’s a different blog post. “Virgos in the Cities” it could be called, a two-day, two-city affair – check it his bday in ATL, mine in Athens…maybe…

On the cusp of Athens Slingshot Festival, March 19th-22nd in the Classic City, http://www.slingshotathens.com/, I was all set to finally review the new Kite to the Moon record, but I relapsed and back tracked into his Nerd Sexy album first, which I found for free on Spotify. Before I switch hit again, let me briefly plug that festival, because it will be amazing: TINARIWEN and KISHI BASHI are playing (look them up if you are not already in the know), there’s tech biz, electronic art, even a night of comedy. Slingshot was just a successful “demonstration” last year, and in full year one the festival has already bloomed into a four-day, full-city spectacle. Join in.

NERD SEXY by Timi Conley: Experimental. Catchy. Modern-cum-postmodern love sounds intertwined against grippingly trippy snippets. Conley displays a virtuoso knowledge of the rules and still breaks them regularly. It’s as if all the good Beck music was poured into a blender with a splash of that famous Athens, GA candied liquor, which propelled early pioneers Pylon and the B-52’s to (accidentally) break the town wide open. Big national acts like REM and Widespread Panic, and later Of Montreal of the Elephant Six Collective, sprang forth from that ruptured earth, and I was there. But that, too, is another blog post of historical reporting. Timi is the now and the future. Exciting solo debut from the frontman of Kite to the Moon and seminal Athens party band Fuzzy Sprouts is way too sexy to miss.

Timi Conley and Kite to the Moon play the Green Room in Athens, GA on Friday March 21st as part of SLINGSHOT. See y’all there. I will be the guy in the purple pants up front.