What Dreams Are Made Of
Russ Rankin
of Good Riddance fame playing solo at a coffee shop in Santa Barbara is
dream worthy to a punk rock girl like myself. I wasn’t disappointed. A
very humble Rankin, fighting a sore throat, took to the corner (there’s
no stage at Muddy) with nothing but an electric guitar. His voice held
on as he lamented his way through his solo songs with heart and honesty,
explaining the meaning and purpose of each song as he went. He made me
remember why I love punk rock. It inspires action, deep thought, and
rebellion. Not to mention, no one writes a love song like a punk rocker.
I was looking forward to day three most of all! Can you say reverie?
Due to the buzz around the headliner at Savoy, I elected to skip the other acts to post up for Vokab Kompany.
I was glad I did. Consisting of 2 MCs, a female vox, a violinist, a hot
bass player, a sax, a guitar, and drums, the band was electric. The
intensity was palpable and infectious. With heavy riffs and hard-hitting
lyrics, Vokab rocked the crowd. There wasn’t a corner in Savoy that
wasn’t infected.
It was a night for the ages. One that will repeat over and over in my dreams. Don’t wake me.