Alright so though I don’t have an independent movie to write about just yet, I just thought maybe I’d write about my other, and maybe more intense, passion. That, of course, is music. I’ve been obsessed for as long as I can possibly remember, and it has always been my mission to just find as many new and interesting sounds that I had not encountered previously. It’s only been within the past year that I’ve really gotten into the whole blog music scene, which further lead me to the ongoing buzz surrounding indie music. In other words, people are writing about music that is supposedly much more sophisticated with anything you’ll find on B96. And my music snobbery fit right into the scene.
This past weekend, I had the pleasure of finally going to the Pitchfork Music Festival (I was having surgery during last years…darn). I only could afford to go to one day, but that’s okay because the one day I picked (Friday) was a super good time.
I started off the day getting picked up by my friend and her two friends I’d never really met before, but awkwardness never arose which is pretty good I feel. By the time the train gets to Union Park, which is actually just a park district park with its own swimming pool, we are getting drenched in the incessant downfall of rain. But having forgot any time of wetness resistance, I remained tough and bared the weather. We started just walking around just because we had no one of importance to see yet, and we had to make a gameplan for how we’ll shift between stages. Finally, we went to go see Caribou and then Fleet Foxes. I was kinda excited to see Caribou because I like one song of theirs. Maybe I should have listened to more of the album because they were pretty good, and I always enjoy bands more if I recognize some of the songs. I need to get over that. But Fleet Foxes I actually do listen to and love. Their harmonious harmonies of four of their members brought beauty to a really dreery day. They are comparable to a mix of My Morning Jacket, The Shins, and a little bit of the Beach Boys. In other words, they’re pretty awesome and were probably my favorite to see.
Throughout the day I caught Vampire Weekend (a band that pretty much blew up out of nowhere probably with help from the very critical Pitchfork website), The Hold Steady (one of my recently favorite reasons to rock out while no one’s around), and finally the ever so weird Animal Collective. I was most excited for Animal Collective, but by the time they came on I felt like an old man. My feet were killing me and my back was about to give out. They put on one of the weirdest shows I’d ever seen or heard, but it’s hard to enjoy something too much when you realize you are in fact flat footed. Damn I should have found out sooner.
Despite my pains I learned several things about music festivals such as this one. Indie bands are pretty popular which sorta takes the “indie”ness away from them. If so many people know all the words to “Oxford Comma” by Vampire Weekend, does this mean that I can’t no longer be snobby about how their sound is one of the best things to come out of a band of preps? The answer is no. I can be snobby about anything I like. I’ll get back to movies eventually
Landon Cassman: Through boredom and pure enjoyment I find myself always involved in either film or music related endeavors. This is one of them.
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Through boredom and pure enjoyment I find myself always involved in either film or music related endeavors. This is one of them.
exenozysceddy (exenozysceddy) says:
(Posted March 20th, 2009 at 1:05 pm)
Was ist das?