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Sundance, the other Hollywood, an adventure in sight
and sound
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By Trevor Brasfield
January 28, 2005 | During the
Sundance Film Festival, anyone who is anybody
in Hollywood, is in Park City, Utah. They are
here for the annual festival touting the independent
film industry's wares and the hopes of every film
producer, executive and potential Oscar winners.
It was at this festival and on the Main Street
in Park City where hundred of movie stars and
famous people alike go to be seen, and it is also
where star gazers like me go to gawk and point.
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The crowd at Sundance. /
Photo by Jared Ocana |
Even though I was actually there to see G. Love and
the Special Sauce play a sold-out gig at Club Suede
in Kimball Junction, it was the movie stars that made
the trip that more enticing.
Present and accounted on this trip were two friends
of mine, Jeremy Bullough from Salt Lake and Jared Ocana
from Layton. We were young guys about the town, there
to see the sights and scope out some hot stars and even
hotter L.A. girls.
We set foot upon Main Street and began walking when
we noticed across the street a group of about a hundred
or more people pointing and peering through the windows
of an art gallery. We then find out through a person
in the know that James Bond himself, Pierce Brosnan,
was in the gallery and this horde of fans was attempting
to get a leering glance at him. It was then that a woman
in her mid-40s strolled to our position on the street.
"Hey who is in there?" she stated in what
seemed to be a triple latte-induced slur.
"Pierce Brosnan," we told her.
Now without hesitation or pause and in a tone that
almost made us believe she knew him biblically, she
said, "Awww, Pierce" with a slight smirk upon
her face, and in a flash she was gone. We and the others
poised around us laughed and this became a catalyst
for the rest of our day in Sundance.
Now to paint a picture of the people that inhabit the
streets of Park City during the two week festival: The
men all dress in black as if they were in mourning,
all the while permanently attached to there mobile phones.
The women wrap themselves in large parkas encompassing
the entire spectrum of colors, all the while walking
in boots that look as if they had shoved there feet
into the rectal area of a wooly mammoth. These boots
would make Jim Carrey's "Lloyd" character
in the movie Dumb and Dumber red with envy.
You can see movie stars all along the streets of this
small resort town, and even ask them to take pictures
with you. Now we never got any pictures with famous
people, but my friend did get in his two cents' worth
with one star.
Bullough asked Jared Leto from the biopic Alexander
if he could have his two hours of life back from watching
the film. Granted it was under his breath, yet we still
laughed and wished we had said it to his face, since
it was a terrible film.
After hours of walking and staring at the stars we
decided to meet up with some Aussie girls and enjoy
a beer or two before we ventured to enjoy the sweet
sounds of G. Love.
9:11 p.m. Mountain time: I am sandwiched in the back
of a import car with three gorgeous Aussie snow bunnies
and I have never been happier. We drive through the
cold mountain air to Club Suede for the Special Sauce
gig.
10:15 p.m.: G Love and the Special Sauce from Philadelphia
take the stage and I find myself swaying emphatically
to his Blues, rock, hip hop tunes. The crowd is electric
with the acrid smell of smoke billowing through the
club, and the sweet sounds of G. Love's harmonica pierce
through the smoke to bring harmony to all; it is then
that I see a girl in a "Paul Bear Bryant hat."
She was standing at the bar without anyone around her,
and she looked thirsty. I sprang into action, and purchased
her a drink. I then see that underneath that hat is
a torrent of beautiful curly blond hair and black -rimmed
glasses.
12:04 a.m.: My heart skipped a beat, I did not know
anything would top being sandwiched in a car with three
Aussie ski bunnies, until I met Cait Lowry a student
at the University of Utah. She may have been agreeing
to everything I said just to make me buy her a Corona,
but whatever she did it worked, I did get her number,
and maybe it was the day or the music but I felt alive.
I've never fallen for a girl in a Paul Bear Bryant hat,
but I certainly did make an exception, for she was gorgeous.
Now I have had my adventures before, and sometimes
I have written about them, but I found out that on certain
occasions, like this when you go somewhere expecting
adventure to find you, you do not find it, nor does
it come to you.
Yet with the help of three friends G. Love, Corona
and a gorgeous blonde named Cait, sometimes you don't
need adventure, you just need Sundance.
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