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Like I Needed Another Reason To Love Thurston Moore
My housewarming party was awesome. More later on that.
What should have been the greatest show I've ever been to was a total let down. I am trying not to be all devastated and whatnot. I went to see Sonic Youth last night and it was a disaster. It wasn't their fault. Lee Renaldo is the man. He is awesome and he tore it up. Thurston Moore is as tall as ever...still quite hot as well. Kim Gordon is still the love of my musical life. They didn't deserve the crowd they got. The crowd was horrible. They were not sufficiently enjoying the fact that my mother fucking BAND was playing my motherfucking ALBUM for them. It was mother fucking Sonic Youth and according to the crowd, no one cared as much as I did and yet they impeded me from having the awesome time I should have. Here's the rundown:
I went over to the beer area after The Gza's set because my friends wanted beer. I do not like beer but I went anyway. Jamie and I planned to just plow through the crowd and get to the front like we always do when it was time for Sonic Youth. We're chillin and sittin... All of a sudden I hear the familiar chords of "Teenage Riot", my absolute favorite SY song. I saw co-worker Kim and talked to her for two seconds before running off. Jamie and I ditched everyone by accident and took off running and pushing through the crowd. It was nearly impossible. We got to a stand still at this one point and I thought I was going to die. I was pressed in from all directions by human walls. You know the type, they are dudes who may as well be built of brick and would fit in just fine on any high school football team. I could not breathe. Jamie said I would be fine and that we would keep going in a second but we were pretty much stuck. Then this HUGE sweaty long haired guy came drunkenly slamming through the crowd. Everyone was pissed except me and Jamie. We saw an opening and followed him through the path he was creating. On the way, people were getting mad at us. This one dude is like "Hey not cool! What the fu--" then he stops short and says to me "Heeeyy... I really like your hair."
I said "thanks. I like it too."
"I REALLY like it!" And then he hair raped me. He just started ruffling his horrible hands all through my hair and I was totally helpless to stop it
We wound up in a decent spot for being able to see but our neighbors...Ugh. The spot Jamie and I found was smack dab in the middle of the worst of the crowd. No one was having a good time. No one was moving. Everyone was stone faced. It was like that Dido show I got dragged to years ago where everyone was sitting and she kept asking people to stand up and they would do it only for the one song. So Jamie and I were just like "If you aren't gonna have fun, move out of the way so that we can." It was a kind of sad evening. Plus this chick and/or her brick wall of a man kept farting. At least the girl was dancing around like an idiot and having fun though.
Saturday on the other hand...awesome. I wasn't expecting it to be great because there were only a few bands playing that I cared about. I actually would have sold my ticket except that Ellen was coming and she doesn't know about a lot of bands and I wanted to go to a show with her. On the way in, they were giving out "flashlights for Yoko Ono's set later". I was smug about how I can't stand her but I love flashlights. So we sat on the grass and listened to Califone and then went to watch Voxtrot. Voxtrot was adorable and fun. Then we managed to get prime spots for Grizzly Bear. Awesome. Morgan and Natalie showed up then. After Grizzly Bear, we couldn't decide if we should go over to the stage where Battles were playing or if we should hold on to our awesome spot for Iron and Wine. It was tough but we opted to stay put and just watch Battles on the screen. Iron and Wine was awesome. Guess who popped his head out? Thurston Moore. AUGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Then he disappeared. Then Jamie showed up. So as I said, Iron and Wine was great. He did "No Surprises" by Radiohead as the encore. Let me say this about Iron and Wine. Someone needs to write a children's book about Sam's beard. It is the stuff of myth and legend.
We continued to hold our spot while Mastodon played the other stage. No interest whatsoever. Tony then arrived. Time for Clipse. It was amazing how many blonde White youth and White nerdy hipsters were getting extreme workouts pumping their fists and singing every single coke dealing, house robbing, random shooting word along with them. The highlight of course was Thurston Moore standing right by me bobbing his head too. He came out of his little hiding place for Clipse. I love that man more than most things... but not as much as I love his wife. If Kim Gordon stands anywhere near me on Sunday I cannot be held responsible for my embarrassing display of shameless star struck gushing.
We met this dude who writes for Pitchfork and his girl. They were fairly awesome. We made fun of people's unfortunate attire (coonskin caps, winter boots, galoshes, glittery gold leggings, wedding dresses, terrorist scarves...OK we get it. Irony as defined by hipsters mixed with poor fashion sense...) and unfortunately I am afraid the girl w/ the coonskin cap we kept seeing was "Rabob" from Brightblack...I fucking love them. Stacey and I did our Yoko One impression and realized we should have had a tip jar. We actually gave her too much credit. Our rendition was too much like musical whale/birth/death noises rather than whale/birth/death noises that reveal you as the biggest fucking asshole in the universe. We went to get funnel cake when Cat Power played. Booooo-ring.
We went to see Girltalk on the small stage and it was impossible to get close but it was cool where we were. We planned to get out of there during Yoko Ono's "performance". She had on a fucking fedora and sunglasses. And proved that Stacey and I were not exaggerating about what as asshole she is. Whale/birth/death noises...check. It was funny how many people were leaving. They really should have put Girltalk on that stage instead of her. Girltalk was awesome.
Until Sunday