Intonation: So Hott
God bless the youngsters who can stand out in the hundred degree sun all day to be close to the stage, because I just can't do it anymore. Cannot, will not. So instead Concert Josh and I pulled up a blanket under the trees where the sound was dicey but the chances of having a heatstroke were dramatically lower.
Saturday: Broken Social Scene was, as always, great. Jason Molina is usually good but today bored me to beers. Four Tet I really liked but the one-dude-and-a-keyboard thing didn't go over too well with my snobby friends. Who I wanted to like but didn't: The Go! Team. All the kids raved about them afterwards, but I guess we were too far away from the dance party funtime. Out over dere by us the lead signer sounded like a less-talented Spice Girl. Plus, that's exactly when the ice cream truck decided to park right by our blanket, so one ear was hearing "The Power is On" while the other was hearing "It's a Small World After All." And then some big guy walked by wearing a "FAT PEOPLE ARE HARD TO KIDNAP" shirt and I blacked out.
Sunday was a scorcher - close to 100 - but we managed to get off our asses for The Hold Steady and Deerhoof, both of whom made it worth our while. Andrew Bird was good, I think - I was kind of busy with fried cheeses and a funnel cake. This random girl had a cute haircut I want to steal. Out Hud was excellent; Les Savy Fav were weird and hyper and mostly naked. I only made it through four Decemberists songs before having a claustrophobic freakout of the PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME WITH YOUR GODDAMN BACKPACK OR I WILL RIP OFF YOUR NEWLY DESCENDED TESTICLES AND WEAR THEM AS EARRINGS YOU STUPID TEENAGE BRATS variety. Too bad, because I love you Colin Meloy. I would never turn your testicles into jewelry.
Other than the Decemberists set, the crowd was friendly and well behaved. Although you couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a hipster kid wearing something completely ridiculous. Hi, it's a hundred degrees out so WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS WITH THE BLAZERS AND THE KNEEHIGH BOOTS?
Yep. I'm officially old.
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Cat Totally Neglected for 3 Days
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Saturday: Broken Social Scene was, as always, great. Jason Molina is usually good but today bored me to beers. Four Tet I really liked but the one-dude-and-a-keyboard thing didn't go over too well with my snobby friends. Who I wanted to like but didn't: The Go! Team. All the kids raved about them afterwards, but I guess we were too far away from the dance party funtime. Out over dere by us the lead signer sounded like a less-talented Spice Girl. Plus, that's exactly when the ice cream truck decided to park right by our blanket, so one ear was hearing "The Power is On" while the other was hearing "It's a Small World After All." And then some big guy walked by wearing a "FAT PEOPLE ARE HARD TO KIDNAP" shirt and I blacked out.
Sunday was a scorcher - close to 100 - but we managed to get off our asses for The Hold Steady and Deerhoof, both of whom made it worth our while. Andrew Bird was good, I think - I was kind of busy with fried cheeses and a funnel cake. This random girl had a cute haircut I want to steal. Out Hud was excellent; Les Savy Fav were weird and hyper and mostly naked. I only made it through four Decemberists songs before having a claustrophobic freakout of the PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME WITH YOUR GODDAMN BACKPACK OR I WILL RIP OFF YOUR NEWLY DESCENDED TESTICLES AND WEAR THEM AS EARRINGS YOU STUPID TEENAGE BRATS variety. Too bad, because I love you Colin Meloy. I would never turn your testicles into jewelry.
Other than the Decemberists set, the crowd was friendly and well behaved. Although you couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a hipster kid wearing something completely ridiculous. Hi, it's a hundred degrees out so WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD IS WITH THE BLAZERS AND THE KNEEHIGH BOOTS?
Yep. I'm officially old.
Other News In Brief
Sugar Goes To Wrong Airport
One hour flight to southern Indiana turns into 14 hour flight to Kentucky
Melmar Bachelorette Party Shocking Drunkfest
Porn knowledge scores schlong-shaped candy necklace
Concert Josh Way Patient With New Girlfriend's Lack of Relationship Skillz
Other skillz help to make up for it
Cat Totally Neglected for 3 Days
Shrugs, licks butt, doesn't care
Tequila Red called it a day @ 11:51 AM
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