Playing tracks by
The Chi-Lites, Aaron Neville, Billy Stewart, William devaughn, The Dramatics and more.
Walk into any AMPM in LA and you’ll find a dusty rack of lazily curated collections meant to briefly satiate the impulsive wanderer. Yet, a prime slice of alternative Americana also adorns the spaces between post-Dennis Beach Boys anthologies and oblivious CSNY tape dubs. Lowrider compilations have always carried out an amorphous-to-most mission, one of bringing together highlights of backyard family BBQs, Sundays spent within the gentle and genteel hands of Art Laboe (“Muah!”), and midnight diner rendezvous where reservations are made as an excuse to jus’ cruz. To the outsider, it’s only a mix of ballads and Boomers. But, for the dedicated, this is life; wonderful memories and feelings encapsulated perfectly in three minute stretches. These are anthropological goldmines of first dances, first kisses, first loves, and first heartbreaks. In SoCal, the essence of existence is found beyond the endcap for Doritos; an incongruous place for locating bygone fantasies and self-actualization.