Over the weekend I found myself back in my hometown at Redondo Beach, California’s BeachLife Festival, a place where no one uttered the words “Kendrick” or “Drake” or “Beef.” No, at BeachLife Festival, it’s all about chillin’ the hell out, man. Like Napa Valley’s Bottlerock and Long Beach’s Smoking Grooves,…
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