|James Intveld, Rosie Flores, Dale Watson|
After like fifteen minutes of driving around, I finally found a parking spot only a couple of blocks from The Echo, though it turned out only the musicians were allowed in that entrance. The audience had to enter The Echoplex, which meant crossing Sunset, going down a staircase, and crossing another street. Trying to get a car to stop for you in Los Angeles, even if you’re standing in a crosswalk, is not always an easy endeavor. And trying to get cars in four lanes to stop is damn near impossible. But eventually I made it down to the Echoplex, where the Roadhouse stage was. Each stage had a different name. The Honky Tonk stage was in the Echo, while the Back Porch stage was in the little courtyard behind it. In addition to the stages, there were venders inside, something I hadn’t expected, selling clothing, jewelry, shit-kicking boots, records and even cassettes.
|Teddy And The Rough Riders|
|the fake fur coat|
|Sie Sie Benhoff|
|Amigo The Devil|
That also finished the night for me. There was one more band, but it was after 11 p.m., and I had to be up at 4:15 the next morning for work. But what a fantastic day of music. The Roots Roadhouse Festival is an annual event, and I am certainly going to try to attend again next year.