Triumph of Lethargy Skinned Alive to Death played last night with the Cave singers at Family. The show was dimly lit, full of friends from all reaches of the strange LA/North Carolina/Seattle/Sydney matrix that we’ve come to live in. Some things you don’t love at first and then they grow on you, and then some things you love the first time. My appreciation for this small bookshop on Fairfax encompasses both of these ways to feel. The first time you walk in you’re bombarded with a preciously curated experience. Over time, the stock of the store proves itself to be protean, ebbing and flowing with the fancies of the shop owners, and with the city itself (a surprising amount of products at family are from Los Angeles writers, musicians and artists). If Gilman St. was the quintessence of punk’s most recent identifiable era (and CBGB the era prior), then Family just may be the venue that illustrates perfectly the mood and aesthetic of these times…