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We were supposed to be in Cleveland for a film festival, the Indie Gathering to be specific. A film I helped shoot, Mouth of Caddo , was in the festival so myself, along with one of the films producers and the director, decided to blow so money and take the pilgrimage to Cleveland. $1200 dollars and four days later it was very apparent that we caught a pretty bad case of debauchulism (a sickness derived from debauchery) coupled by the fact that we only graced the film festival with our presence for a combined hour and a half during our 4 day stay.
I don’t know much about these sexy musicians other than the fact that they rock and roll, but I gleaned this from their bio:
“The ocean hits the break; the whale sings his song, the bird channels hope as it soars above the surf. Yet where heart wind and sun collide — Dave Crockett and Billy Miller are the human embodiment of nature’s song.
With the pulsing rhythms of life, music has never been so powerful, while also making you move your buns. Both classically trained for a few weeks, Crockett & Miller first met while doing a hiking expedition in the Mountains of Orlocko. After being introduced by the song of the Hawk, they decided to explore the grooves of life.With Crockett rocketing the keys and Miller blowing the sax — they became a duo filled with a Peter Pan Magical sense of what music needs: Love. Continue reading ‘Crockett & Miller / Splash Party (Feat. Brandon Rogers) - Hollywood, CA’
For even the layperson, Omaha has a reputation for its great steaks (a reputation that is more subconsciously based as the frozen mail order steaks of Omaha Steaks are probably laying somewhere in your cerebral cortex). When you are an asshole who thought he could get some sleep on a flight from LA to Omaha that left at 12:50 am and arrived at 11:30 am with connections – you hope that the meal you have been starving for after attempting to gorge yourself with pretzels, will be one that will satisfy that starvation and make you forget a sleepless flight of refusing to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks.
That being said, I went straight from the airport to Johnny’s Café. The only thing I knew about Johnny’s was that it was the “oldest steakhouse in Omaha” , Established in 1922, but what I didn’t know is that I was about to be blown the fuck away. Continue reading ‘Johnny’s Cafe - Omaha, NE’
This here video, The Oakridge Estate, is Wandrlust’s inaugural post for what should be a myriad of pleasant video content that will be found exclusively here at Wandrlust … through You Tube…(cough)
You know what I love? I love spending all this time editing some HD footage so I can turn around and make it look like absolute ass on You Tube. That isn’t to say that this inaugural video for this here Wandrlust doesn’t have it’s own share of flaws within its hopefully brisk 5 minutes and 41 seconds.
The video above can be enjoyed without context (hopefully), but instead of making it 2 minutes longer and less interesting, I will provide the context within these texts. I will also provide some links here that will give a very thorough overview of the contentious situation regarding the Oakridge Estate. For those of you who are not as thoroughly invested I will summarize:
