Photo credit: Theoxymoranist
Event: FMLY fest @ Bohemian grove and Shea stadium in Brooklyn
Most traditionally, family is a term that resides in the places we originated. Locked away in the hometowns that we have moved away from and visit very little or have forgotten all together. We leave the nest and grow up, this doesn’t mean that our need for unconditional, no matter what love becomes obsolete. For most artists and musicians, family evolves into something bigger then the idea of a home or birthplace. A more pliable form fits in to outline the unconventional lifestyles and uprooting. Not only because it is wanted, but because it is needed. Especially now in a time where people are scared to speak to others outside of their own closely knit, cosy circles. We have an issue with coming out of our comfort zones, it is near damn instinctual. When you stay close to old, familiar people this could be enough of a reason to close the door on the faces of the unknown. The only catch is this, would if you do stray away into uncharted territories, what then?
When we open ourselves up to a new environment, we can find trust and love in the most foreign of places. For one group of twenty somethings, this was an idea that was meant to flourish and become visible to those who are tentative in finding out for themselves.They used the elements of their own put together family, then copy and pasted it all over the country like a youtube video gone viral. Using a fundamental love for art and music as its formula to bind the most unlikely people together. They called their project, FMLY.
As a very informative young man at this weekends show put so very well, “FMLY fest is an amalgamation of art, music, and creative minds to create an open and welcome space for everyone to be apart of.”
My personal experience with FMLY was a loving one. I had known about it for maybe a minute when i realized that i wanted to go and seek out more information about this nontraditional but somewhat recognizable festival of music. Usually when i attend music events or festivals i’m all gung ho for it until i get there and am choked by crowds of irritated folk who are soon to become even more belligerent after the consumption of alcohol. Not to mention the very unfriendly bouncers and inability to even get within thirty feet of the performer. Something very rare that i noticed upon entering the music haven was that their weren’t any sour looking giants guarding the party and people could roam near the performer so long as they didn’t step on any power outlets. At Bohemian Grove it was even more informal. Staged in a basement of an apartment building which suitably became a dim lit cave of Christmas lights, mirrors, song, and other random wonders. If this sounds garage bandish to you, trust me it wasn’t. It had the ambiance of a hookah bar and the look of a room from a page of Alice in wonderland.
What made things even more different was the way people acted. I have never seen friendlier people at an event, by the end of my weekend with the FMLY, i had been introduced to so many people that i couldn’t remember all but one person’s name (Although, i will always remember those amicable faces).
The music was another experimental delight that i was not prepared for, all by mostly underground names. My favorites were Pressed And, Many mansions, Truman Peyote, Catamaran, and Vacation dad. They each had their own mix of ambiance and while keeping a high energy that kept me moving. When things got really electric it seemed as if i was dancing with the crowd instead of the usual feeling of being abrasive against it. I think that those who attended realized that this event wasn’t for the sake of the performers pocket or fame but more so for their own enjoyment, just for the sake of pure ecstasy of being who we are and being there together in that very moment, feeling the same thing.
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