Deb Frazin Photo Column—Labretta Suede & The Motel 6

Deb Frazin Photo, Labretta Suede & The Motel 6

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I’ve been real bummed out this weekend, because I suddenly realized that my favorite event of the year, Echo Park Rising, won’t be happening this summer. It’s truly the best four days and nights of the year.

I was sitting on my ass in front of the TV (going on the fourth month now), and I was reminiscing about some of the bands I saw for the first time (and fell in love with) at Echo Park Rising over the years. One of those bands was Labretta Suede & The Motel 6. The minute they hit the stage at Lot 1, I was hooked. Their drummer didn’t make it to the States with them, so Labretta took over on drums, and proceeded to tear through that sweaty set like a wildfire in a windstorm. She’s a very talented, dynamic entertainer (as is her cool-as-fuck guitarist/husband Johnny Moondog).

I was lucky enough to catch another show two nights later at The Redwood Bar in DTLA before they left to go back to New Zealand. The last song they played was “Tear It Up,” and that red-hot live wire jumped up on a table, and she TORE THAT DAMN PLACE UP! Those two shows stuck in my mind for a long time.

Labretta Suede’s records are difficult to find here in the U.S. If you happen to see one, don’t hesitate—JUST GRAB IT.