AVAN LAVA (pronounced the way you would pronounce “Baklava”)
The show was a blast. Dance routines are really hard to capture, something I learned with YACHT. The show was all jest and jet fuel, and supported my favorite suspicion: that going to a show is the best way to start a Saturday night.
I’d come to dance to this show, not to draw it. I had spent a few late nights writing a piece for Hooded Utilitarian– I finished around 5 Thursday morning, and had sat on my bed listening to AVAN LAVA, a glass of Siete Vacas in hand, basking in the orange street light right outside my window. The music was the keystone in this, and combination foretold really good things for my weekend.
I really have no further insight into this one. They were great!