Spencer Kent, Amplifi’d


In Hollywood, off of Santa Monica Blvd and down an alley, is a building with a heavy purple door. Beyond the sign-less entrance is a hole-in-the-wall called Amplifi. Alcohol is not served there. People go only to see rock/punk/alternative bands play live music.

This is where I found myself on Saturday night. The tiny venue was packed, the music was loud and four or five bands were playing back-to-back.

For me it is the next best thing to a garage band, and I love garage bands. I don’t even care if they’re good because there is so much more to it than that and besides, I can pretty much guarantee Jimi Hendrix did not sound amazing the first time he picked up a guitar. What is important is that Jimi Hendrix picked it up in the first place. The tragedy would be if he had not.

My admiration overflows for anyone who first picks up that guitar or mic or drumstick, and for those who graduate to a garage band — well, this is cause for me to stand up and applaud. When I see a musician manage to persist through thick and thin, the vicissitudes of clashing and creative personalities, and all the naysayers who implore them to “get a real job,” and get themselves in front of a paying audience, I am in awe. That alone makes the music sound sweet to me.

Like an adorable child with hints of future ability shining through, there is something honest and fresh about a new musician. We are so enamored with what a child does well that we don’t care about the stumbles — he’s walking and it’s wonderful.

My favorite world-class bands that I love so well didn’t sound polished in early records but I still love their early sound. It’s fresh and raw. It’s similar to falling madly in love with all the excitement, newness and promise of things to come. It is never quite matched as years go by, even in the most successful relationship.  And so it is with budding musicians. And so it was for me on Saturday night at the venue called Amplifi.

It was the third or fourth act and I had a front seat. A man sat down with his plugged-in acoustic. Another man sat next to him with the same. The music began, my brow lightened and I found myself smiling. I was smitten. It was clear that these artists had music in them that had to come out — the real deal. Every song was epic.

I made a point of finding Spencer Kent after the show and buying his CD. I had to let him know that he had a new fan, that I loved his music and appreciated his work.

Below is a link to his music.  Check it out — you may love it too.


3 thoughts on “Spencer Kent, Amplifi’d

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