So after a whirlwind week in NYC last week, I hopped a plane straight for Utah to work the Sundance Film Festival for a client in one of 49 VIP lounges reserved for Celebs, producers and media.

And although only in the actual lounge for a few hours each day, we were able to meet a good number of b-level celebs including: DJAM, Tyler Hilton, Rob Thomas, Rufus Wainwright, Lance Bass, Tommy Lee, Crispin Glover, Anna Nalik, Shannon Elizabeth, James Vanderbeek and Matt Dillon.

Meanwhile, the Beastie Boys were playing “the official” concert on Wednesday but came to our lounge the Tuesday night before to spin records. What a crazy experience. I have to say the “feel” of Sundance is something you have to experience for yourself.

It’s a very down-to-Earth vibe — partially to blame on the Utahns and their crazy alcohol laws. (NOTE: Utahns is actually the correct grammatical phrase).

Overall, the music scene in Park City, Utah is cramped, with fewer appropriate venues then there are for ad-hoc film premieres. But then again, most folks don’t go to Sundance to catch bands. I know, I know, they go for the films.

But music and film are so closely linked and partially dependent on one another. It’s hard to believe more burgeoning bands don’t take a shot at capturing some of the crowd each evening. In fact, what if in coming years Sundance took a turn for the artistic and started producing live soundtrack concerts to films (i.e. what Electropolis does with the 1920s classic Metropolis)? Now that would be cool.

What if musicians made the annual trek for a side festival somewhere near the Great Salt Lake? Believe me, there’s not enough to do in Park City in the evenings without a music scene. It wouldn’t be hard for a few start-up bands to get some favorable local press, book a few gigs and quickly gain a crowd in this Morman desert of dreams.

Alas, I’m back and ready to get through this stack of CDs and stockpile of e-mail. In the meantime, here are some photos I took from outside the lounge.

VH1’s Best Week Ever filming live on Main Street.

That 70’s Show’s Danny Masterson trying for that “I’m not shaving and you don’t care” look

Tell me the name of this b-level actor and win a prize

Biz Markie rapping with snow bunnies atop a hummer

A cop writing Markie a ticket for noise pollution, operating without a permit and trying to resurrect a career unworthy of the effort

Okay, enough superficiality. I’m hoping to resume regular posting soon.