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Good Grove/Bad Grove: Backstage Edition
It doesn't seem like The Grove can quite figure out what it wants to be. Over the past few months LAist has witnessed a Dodgers celebration, a puppet show, what appeared to be a wedding ("Oh honey, I've always wanted to get married at The Grove...within walking distance of Nordstrom's, The Gap, and Victoria's Secret. Should we book it?"), and several sparsely attended little concerts, all on their tiny little green lawn.
This part Bellagio, part Central Park junior junior, part melting pot continues to baffle us. While this little sliver of green lawn in the heart of the Hollywood/Fairfax district might be much sought after, it leaves much to be desired. The traffic in that middle area always slows from a mosey to a dead standstill, while people gape and gawk at the fountain (Bellagio junior junior), play in the water, or just stop for no reason.
And can you imagine being the booking agent for that lawn? "Guys! I got your next gig all lined up. Heart of Hollywood, LA town, baby! Right in the middle of things, outdoor concert, great acoustics, A-list crowd, you're in!" It makes you wonder if they have Grove roadies and Grove groupies. This past Sunday LAist encountered the above scene where a band rocked out to...no one. Except a five-year-old boy shoving in popcorn like it was going out of style who was enraptured with their rendition of a Fleetwood Mac song.
Hey kid, think big...you never know.
The Lawn stage is definitely part of the bad grove.