I`m glad I wore pants. It was a pretty hot Saturday to be in the sun, but well worth it. We had gotten there a bit early to get a parking spot as we were going to be one of the vendors there. We were lucky enough to get the corner spot, literally, on Fourth and French. Not too long after meeting some folks trying to find Chris for set up and all. The band Paper Days went on starting the whole damn thing as rails and half pipes were being set up down 4th for the Blade Cup that was capped by the Konsept Project`s stage near The Playground Restaurant. I turned the corner to be met by the jams being spun by DJ Loser (@resol_diaz/@funkfreaks) in front of The Yost for the Beat Swap Meet. http://beatswapmeet.com/
Right before getting the glare of some nice rides along 3rd Street, and through the beat Swap Meet checking out the vendors selling their vinyls. We got back just in time to check out a band that one of us has had a major boner for for a couple years now. The Littlest Viking. This band is a, like we like to say,"Never Fail." Always bringing something new, and even when they play their older music its always something to catch.
We mainly stayed at the Main Stage, sided by the Toby Stage cause we didn`t wanna get jacked. So we saw bands like The Hurricanes and Stab venturing to the Chup Stage to randomly catch bands like Seaweed Party.
Am I going to name all the bands and go through the whole boring run down of who you should have seen? Fuck no... That shit would take forever and your ass should have gone. Yet the pic below is all the bands that played and you can tap on it and it will take you to most of their Facebook pages, you`re welcome. Like we said, it was #WWTF, the Blade Cup, the Konsept stage, the Beat Swap Meet, Noche De Altares and the monthly Art show all together on a Saturday evening. I don`t think that Northgate Market has seen that many white kids all year, but I bet they made their money on beer that day. 
I took some time to go check out the Noche De Altares and I might have just gone at a quite moment. It seemed for lack of a better word, dead. All I could hear was people when before all I could hear was commotion. There use to be music in the air and something a bit more crisp in it. The altars were beautiful as always.
Once all the bands from these stages were done around 10 we gathered up and rolled over to the Toothless Stage but only after grubbing at the Guadalajara Tacos on the corner. (Sidenote: Thank you to all of you who came by to show support and even picked up one of the Welcome To Santa Ana, Wet Pussy or the El Camino shirts for $10. We had free candy and sold mad waters at $1, like shit should be priced.) Upon entering Top Acid you were met with heat and the scent of many a youngster who masturbates or don`t shower. Tagging all over from ceiling to floor, and my personal favorite was the penis that read "Jesus Saves." What we did dig was catching the band Loko Ono and a new personal favorite, Sloppy Jane. I think I fell in love a bit.
Sloppy Jane was a band I had never heard of before, but I knew something was about to go down just from the air, and I was right! This chick got NAKED! and then you get over it and the she pretend chokes herself and spews shit all over. It`s a band who doesn`t give a fuck so much that they actually care. A band who knows how to work a crowd to the fullest. Showmanship is golden, being naked is platinum, and Sloppy Jane is fucking Diamond.
YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE!!! Santa Ana is our home town and it`s nice to see our beautiful city full of love. Will there be beer cans and cigarette butts everywhere after everyone leaves? Yeah, and? It happens, especially when you have this many people at this type of event-a-thon. Do we feed into all this gentrification mumbo jumbo when downtown only consists of a couple streets? No. We went to vend, we did. We went to listen, we heard. We went to enjoy, and we were satisfied. Gracias Santa Ana.
