Wednesday, September 8, 2010
"i'm here for panda bear--"
i sleep through half the bands playing. it was really hot and dusty. i was hungry and reasonably (i like to think) broke. they wouldn't allow any bottles into the place, so too many people wasted too much water just to wait in a long ass line for the war fountain or too much money on the water they were selling. most all the bands (apparently "boundary pushing artists") were spewing regurgitated pop shit to hundreds of adoring wienies.
i was accompanied by good people and good weed. i received two refreshing tiny cups of tamarindo jarritos. i managed to get a couple of books (bukowski/crumb and rius).
i got to see Man Man who played a fantastic set. i got to see that mustachio'd singer man fall from the stool where he stood, knock over some of his shit (keyboard and floor tom, among other things) and quickly recover mid-way through a song. i had to deal with a pair of lame high-killing hoochies during half the set.
stood near the furthest end of the crowd for Sleep. i'd forgotten they were playing. Sleep's Holy Mountain (the album) is great, and i'd been wanting to hear something heavy since the Davila 666 performance (which was greatly misleading and massively disappointing, not to mention degrading over the course of the performance). so i stand there, near the back of the crowd. the guitar and bass men jam on two and three notes to the dismay of many a hipster. long jams and Dragonaut filled my ears with wonder. a woman drenched in a dark fabric headbangs like a nutcase in one of those homes for invalid minds/ it's very fitting to sonic darkness emanating from the stage.
as soon as the last notes were hit by Sleep, the colourful (and i don't mean multi-ethnic) people rushed to get a place for mister Noah Lennox, the Panda Bear. the crowd closed in around me when i neared the stage as much as i could. my friends and i blaze a bowl or two. people keep crowding in. then a huge burst of sound to open his set. it's startling and exciting and he pretty much takes my senses to little place he might chance to call "the Bone Zone" (ohh yeaa!).
the next morning i can't remember a thing about the night before, or the great grooves i witnessed. all i know is it was great.
in conclusion, panda bear's performance was the best of the night. the end. haters gonna hate.
oh, another thing that bugged me about the whole FuckYeahFest Fest thing were the ironic schedules/ the cover had a picture of a man (presumably "indie") diving into a big thing of water. ice cold-looking water. it was very stupid and upsetting and i still resent 'em. the schedule's covers. stupid.
for the entire show review'd by other people.