Stone of the Swamp is a blog about the music and people of Orlando. A week ago some Islamic fuck attacked our city targeting a large group of unarmed Floridians. Orlando is a cool town and while we mourn our losses, the City Beautiful is not being cowed by terrorism. I am proud to report to the world that Friday afternoon got started in good style and fashion with Central Floridians getting back to the normal weekend ritual, which is mainly getting drunk and high out in this exquisite Florida weather. The Hideaway and Wally’s still opened at 7 am for Floridians too eager and exuberant to wait until noon to show their resilience to terror.
Orlando hasn’t changed, and won’t. This is a great town and always will be, the only difference being that we have reverted back to our culture of the 80’s when almost everyone had a deer rifle in the trunk or toolbox, sitting next to the fishing rod, cooler and warm beers.
This Myrrors album is the soundtrack for staring at the space between the wall and one’s self. Psychedelic/ krautrock from Arizona. Perfect for the afternoon session, 91%.
Lake Ivanhoe in the city beautiful, Orlando, Florida. This is still our city.
Monday night, no work in the morning. I was mentally debating the merits of venturing out or sitting at home playing Vice City when it struck me that in the past ten years I had been “out” more in downtown San Francisco than Orlando and thus perhaps it would be entertaining to report back to the SotS readers what the The City Beautiful looks like after dark… And, yes, of course it’s going to be National Geographic style.
So I doan my jacket and an old Android and head out to explore a strange and primitive culture.
I start my journey by beater to the east side of Lake Eola, where one day over a hundred and fifty years ago, a group of Indians and an Italian named Orlando meet. It was hot and humid, everyone had guns, someone ran his mouth and the city changed it’s name to honor his memory. Today, geese plod Orlando’s footsteps in honor of his lovely demeanor.
Proceeding south and clock wise around Lake Eola I am struck by the apparent flying sauser that seems to have crashed into this lake. In a town of tourist attractions one must wonder why this feature is not exploited as an attraction to primitive consumers.
I journey to the western shore of the lake past the urban non-breeding couples (people, not geese), a non-territorial people who view themselves as progressive and socially conscious.
On the western shore I continue my journey for three blocks until coming across Orange avenue and the center of Orlando’s non-commercial night life. Stopping for a beer and burger at an aptly named “Beth’s Burger Bar (yummy)”.
While waiting for my burger I browse Bandcamp looking for avproper album for this post and settled on Mars Red Sky and their self titled debut album from late 2011. A French band that has some obvious influences, but overall new, creative and dreamy psych rock, which I honestly never would have expected to have come out of France. This is one of the up and coming new psychedelic bands, having played at Roadburn last year and with many notable bands such as Earth and Queens of the Stone Age. A great psych/bluesy album, 89%.
After a good burger and decent beer I proceed south noting that while a Monday is traditionally not a “night out”, it is totally dead tonight.
Orlando is a town taking a deep breath after the last boom. Pretending to be a prize fighter that is momentarly winded the city weezes it’s way into another year, it’s residents trudging on, unwilling to admit that it is really the warm weather and friendly faces that keeps them here and not the opportunity and cosmopolitan lifestyle. A small town at heart this city pretends to be big, it is in the middle of nowhere, positioned like a herpe on America’s wang, it’s major incentive towards economic development is cheap warehouse space, cheap labor and lots of convention space, however, the rest of America is freezing while Floridians are wearing shorts.