Jesus Garrett. Fawks aka Garrett Lockhart just published my favorite thing I’ve read on the Internet lately about his dreams and perception of Los Angeles culture as a young, up and coming producer/DJ moving here from the East Coast. I’ve been on the West Coast fighting the good fight for a dozen years now so my jadedness does not allow me the to experience and articulate what it’s like here with such purity. These are my favorite Fawks-servations in no particular order, read the full piece here at FawkMyLife.wordpress.com.
5. Insta-friends Most people I met were here from an assortment of places in the US, seeking out a chance to be the next actor, film star, DJ, rapper, model, etc. We would exchange instagrams, not phone numbers. We’d make plans to hang out, but probably never actually see each other. It was weird at first. Everyone was so nice, so why was it so hard to make friends? But that was part of the game. Everyone had the choice: You could spend an hour getting coffee with someone who you might become friends with, or you could spend that same hour getting coffee with someone who could help you get a new opportunity in your career of choice, and since getting anywhere takes so long because of traffic, it’s unlikely that you get to do both. Your instagram is your business card, your following is your meal ticket, and nearly everyone has a bio that was far more grand than what is really going on.
4. Fake It Til You Make It Or Run Out Of Money – in order to make it, you have to look like you’ve made it. Your instagram says you’re a top model, your soundcloud has 30,000 followers, your facebook is off the charts. But you can’t pay your rent, afford the brunch your going to on sunday or the $200 joggers you just bought at discount. Everything has a feeling of “too good to be true” and thats often because it is. It’s a state founded on the gold rush, where people from all over the country come here to get rich quick. It’s a city established on Hollywood, where dreams become reality via back-lot scenery and foley studios. It’s a place where talented and beautiful are synonyms. and your success is based on perception, so make yourself look good.
So what happened, Garrett? are you now one of those superficial, drug-addicted, name droppers who wears all black and goes out every night? and to that i would say, “define drug addicted……” ….jk?
3. The California Howdy My life shifted from waking up at 9am and exercising, to waking up at 2pm in the same clothes I went out in the night before, grabbing food on my way to catch the train home. LA is a nightclub. It’s so much of a nightclub that they had to build a city that is a LITERAL NIGHT CLUB (Vegas) right next to it, for those LA’ers whose 3 day cocaine-induced bender needed to be taken up a notch. There are day parties that start at 5am, people get drunk at bunch on tuesdays, and being high all day is considered “California sober”.
It’s a place where “what do you do?” is a question found between “hello” and “what’s your name?” You might be thinking, “what a superficial bunch of nobodies” and in a way you would be right. but when you consider that most of the industry in Los Angeles is based in entertainment, centering your life around entertainment isn’t too far from what you’d expect.
2. Being A Professional Raver – What is working in the music industry, you ask? And to that, there is no great answer. Everyone’s story is different. To some people, working is spending hours in a studio trying to make the next banger, or music for a movie, or commercial. Or maybe it’s going out every night and trying to meet someone who will change your life. Working could be smoking weed all day waiting for the inspiration to hit you. Or it could be closing yourself off to the world and finding the music inside you. It could be holding down an unpaid internship, it could be waiting tables. For me, it was a combination of spending all day in a studio, and all night in a night club. I would leave my apartment in the morning with a backpack, stocked with a computer, charger, headphones, and a change of clothes and ear plugs for the night time. But what i noticed over time, was the people I would meet out were all trying to do the same stupid thing I was: trying to find someone else to make your dreams happen for you. A lot of these people had no idea what they wanted, they just wanted to make it.
1. We Are The Ones We’ve Been Waiting For The more I began to vent my frustration at all these people who spent all day making sure they took the perfect selfie, the more I began to realize that a lot of people shared my sentiment. People were tired of it. Tired of having to go out, tired of talking about music, tired of the constant onslaught of the newest hottest thing. Tired of their facebooks, tired of their friends, tired of their phones in general. People shared the same “fear of missing out” that I had, so they found themselves out every night hoping a famous person showed up.
but thats the thing we have to realize.There are a lot of us here who actually want to do something. who believe in themselves and those around us, who wake up and get excited about creating something new.
As stated previously, I am far too grizzled to be able to share the Fawks perspective, but now that he’s articulated it so beautifully I kind of can. It’s incredibly refreshing and I am super inspired right now. If you guys wanna talk about dreams or the nature of the universe HMU! Molly@iFoundMolly.com