I arrived early despite being pretty beat. So, at 11:45am I watched Willy Mason do a really nice 45 minute performance. The guy's got a big, booming voice that really makes you sit up and pay attention. He also is a good storyteller, which was probably what stood out the most since he prefaced each song with a little clip of what caused him to write it. Not to mention, the guy brought his mom out and did two songs with her. That's enough to win anyone over.
Once Willy wrapped it up I quickly headed over to watch Sound Team put on what I think was their final show ever. If it wasn't, then they only have one more. Either way, it's definitely a downer that these guys are going away. Their set had good song after good song and was wonderfully loud and full of energy. I don't think I'll ever figure out why they didn't blow up or why Pitchfork didn't like them. Perhaps it was because not enough people had the pleasure of seeing them live.
I took a massive break after
Sound Team and wandered around the grounds. I found nothing worth
mentioning. In fact, that block of time did nothing except serve as my
first break. I found this to be kind of annoying since later they had
a number of good bands playing at the same time. It would have been a
lot of nicer if artists like Clap Your Hands And Say Yeah and Andrew Bird
had played a little earlier.
After Annie wrapped up her
set I filled up my water bottle and went over to start making my way to the
front of the stage for the Arcade Fire. Unfortunately, this meant
having to see about 30 minutes of a bad modern rock band called Blue
October. I mean, the guy had mascara tears down his face! What
the fuck!? And why the hell were so many people out there singing
along to his awful lyrics!? I'm telling you, we get closer and closer
to Idiocracy every single day.
At 8:20pm the Arcade Fire
appeared on stage and allowed me to cross one thing of my
accomplish-before-I-die list. I was roughly 15 or 20 feet from them as
they put on a larger than life show that featured the 10 of them
passionately performing amongst a setup of numerous projectors. It was
like being hit in the face with a massive jolt of positive energy.
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