I WENT TO MY FIRST FESTIVAL.
I will report back later.
Firstly, best tattoo all weekend-
Cats do rule...
Uhm, so it was viciously hot all weekend. That sucked. Scheduling...sucked. Lineup? V good. I was pretty happy with the bands. And apparently, a lot of my friends like the Strokes. And I kinda really don't. I don't get the appeal. And none of my friends understood why my undies were getting increasingly wet for my future husband Ryan Adams. His set was great. He covered Danzig for Mother's Day. Uhm, TVOTR was awesome, while they stared into the sun. Black Lips- amazing, of course. I would have the dirtiest filthiest sex with Jared Swilley. Old 97s were v fun, of course. Tennis was good, but their stage sucked, so the show was lackluster. Oh, Mac Demarco was a standout, too! Ah! I finally got to see Social D after 15 years! That was pretty great! Mike Ness and crew put on an awesome show. I saw Dr. Dog and sat back by a bunch of dirty goons playing frisbee. Ha. Real Estate was soooooooooo good. Tame Impala closed the whole thing down. I kinda wish I had stayed the whole night, but I only stayed for a few of their songs. Fuck, they were good. And...I know how not cool I am, I get it, but...infants and toddlers at festivals. Don't they have Disney? They do, right? And Sea World with its imprisoned sea life? Oh, and the amount of smoking. It was too bad when you're milling about, but when packed up toward the front, and people feel the need to smoke to "really feel the music"???- I was sneezing a lot this weekend. I barely drank. I know why people do drugs the whole time, but I'm glad I vividly remember it, and I am looking forward to next year.
Yay! One massive paragraph.
Also, like, what a week and a half until Shovels and Rope and then also Adron/Ruby Velle and the Soulphonics. Again!