Last Month, ‘SUP teamed up with the Terri and Donna gallery and WVUM for an event with Washed Out in Miami, and we would like to give them all (especially Clay Deutsch) a major shout out for the amazing times. Much aloha and may 2010 bring many more parties! Here is how it all went down:

After dropping the bags off at our host’s place on 8th and Collins, we swung by the Hotel Clinton to pick up Ernest and his wife and head to Miami’s design district with 200 ‘SUP limited edition posters in tow.
Terri and Donna is the ultimate cool in art installation space. The live gig went down behind the gallery where a stage had been erected for the evening’s festivities. During soundcheck the entire gallery’s fuses shorted out, leaving Clay and me to take in an eerie private performance of “New Theory” via the headlights and engine power of someone’s Jeep Cherokee. By the time doors opened there was a generator in place. Total pros. As a result though there were flame marks on the ceiling (NEVER FORGET).
Laura (of Miami) dropped some killer tracks (SMD’s “Cruel Intentions” into “Tom Tom Club’s Wordy Rappinghood,” HOLLA) whipping the crowd into a frenzy before Ernest’s set. Keep an eye on this lady.
To answer the question on many people’s minds, this Washed Out performance was not simply a DJ set with live vocals and a single laptop. There were live loops, samples, and all that jazz.
Please note that Washed Out WILL be touring this Spring with Small Black as part of his live band. Yay.
This nowhere near captures the performance. Just picture being under the stars, vodka cocktail in hand.
It was a sold out night. Amazing.
On the way out we ran into Long Beach’s very own Ice Cream Man (sporting a new tattoo), last seen in the depths of the Catskill mountains for ATP NY! Always nice to see friends on the road.
After the set it was across the bridges back to the beach (literally).
The circumstances surrounding waking up the next morning are fuzzy, but this t-shirt showed me the light.
We set off to meet with our amazeballs host for breakfast. Friendliest cabbies EVER.
From there we made the Art Fair rounds: Aqua, Scope…
and of course Art Basel.
It was a lot of information to process, so back to the beach part deux. The end.
Who the heck would ever start a rumor that Washed Out is a middle aged suburban dad? I rest my case. PS Be sure to check out our feature on Ernest in ‘SUP Issue #21!