The Smell, 247 S Main St, Los Angeles, CA
I heard that, a philosopher is a man who can look at an empty glass and smile. When I look at the Smell, I do exactly that: smile. The Smell is a bizarre hole in the wall in downtown L.A. The entrance is in an alley and the door is next to a big garbage dumpster. Inside, the walls are covered with graffiti, the couches are broken and the smell is reminiscent of a thrift store. There is no alcohol served at this club, but that didn’t matter because I was intoxicated by the smell. I felt like Alice in Wonderland due to the surrealist atmosphere. The drawings on the wall were more alive than the crowd, and the music was transporting me to a fantasy world. People weren’t very talkative but that was alright, because I was there to listen to the music, which was amazing! For affordable prices you could purchase music records, as well as coffee, candy and snacks. Here the musicians are allowed to be as creative as they want to be, there are no judges and freedom is in the air. I stayed till midnight to soak up energy for my next destination.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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