Monday, September 29, 2008

Way tired, Way sore

Yesterday was Super Big Music Fest. I am now exhausted and hurting and so glad I went. It was Day Three of said event and not as crowded as Day Two. This is a good thing, I'll get to it in a minute. We got there before any of the bands we wanted to see started and ended up really liking Nicole Atkins and The Sea. (This is where you can be all stalker-azi and Google to see where I was.) We checked out The Kills, but I have no freaking clue who they are and they kept bitching about the sun and heat (um, hi, it was almost 20 degrees cooler than 3 years ok) and they never played a song I'd ever heard, so we left early to go see Flyleaf. Now, I'm not a huge Flyleaf fan, I've heard a couple songs, but their bassist runs around and jumps off shit all over the stage. It was fun to watch, except he reminds me Rob Zombie. We hit Against Me! and (please don't hate me Mixtape Messiah) didn't really enjoy them. Perhaps it was the ever present sun beating down on me or the fucking contact high I had. Or perhaps because we were kind of far away and couldn't really hear them. This is also the point when Prospective Boyfriend got lost and couldn't find me again. It wasn't for very long, but it was a nice break from hearing about his damn Camelback. Seriously, I get it it. You LOVE your Camelback. Now, shut up about it.

He wanted to see Silversun Pickups and we did, but I should have headed over to Neko Case, who debuted a song about killer whales and elephants and whose sound levels probably weren't completely fucked up. If I had never heard Silversun Pickups before, I would say they're a shitty band, based on the fact that you couldn't hear the drums at all (but I could see him playing them), the bass guitar or the lead guitar. Once the lead singer started doing his thing, that's all you could hear.

We heard Okkervil River, but most of that time was spent hearing the conversation next to us about oral sex and dildos. Yeah. Plus, at this point, I was tired enough to lay down and just talk to Prospective Boyfriend and eavesdrop. However, the band was excellent, I just wish some people had shut up. We had a break after this until the big band. I had wanted to see Tegan and Sara, but they were on the opposite side of the park and ran right into the Foo Fighters and I wanted a good spot for them.

Now, this is where I tell you that I have a panic disorder and do not do well in crowds. Like, I tend to pass out if people are pressing me from all sides. This is where the fact that it was not really crowded comes into play. We all know who the Foo Fighters are. They were the big draw. During their set, there was space around me. The closest person to me was Prospective Boyfriend and we weren't even touching. Score! And the Foos put on an amazing show, truly. The drum solo in the middle of the set was phenomenal. Seriously. And Dave Grohl is funny.

I actually wished I had taken my camera because there was one dude who deserved to be immortalised here. Black jeans with red stitching, motorcycle boots, no shirt, a swagger, bleach blond hair with one inch spikes, tipped with red. AWESOME. Wait, it gets better, since I only got the back view first. The front view was a red and black Bat Signal tattoo in the middle of his chest and a tat of Batman on his arm. Classy! (Flickr is my friend. I will now call him Batman Bowie for all time.)

And now I'm off to YouTube to relieve Super Big Music Fest.

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Issas Crazy World said...

Here's where I show you how lame I am. Besides Foo Fighters, I have no idea who a single other band you listed was.

Also, camelback? No idea.

gingela5 said...

I don't know who any of the bands are either--when did I turn into a lame-o?! But the guy in the leather?! AWESOME! So glad you found a visual of him!

Issas Crazy World said...

Your son is Alexander too? How cool. How old is he?

Issas Crazy World said...

I fully understand. And I'm sorry about the not nice person part. That blows. should send me your email and then I can respond in emails instead of your comments. IF you want to, of course. I'm not a crazy person, despite what my blog title is.