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2007 Mixtape

Posted by Sarah on 9th December 2008 in Commentary, Lists

Part of the reason I haven’t been writing lately is because I’ve been prepping for an epic 2008 year-in-review kinda post, sorting through the roughly 300 albums I’ve nicked this year and making top album and song lists, among other things.

But before 2008, there was 2007: a year full of great releases. So I thought I’d wander through the dense forest of my iTunes and pick out my favorite songs–not from this year, but from the last one, in order to see what’s held up and what’s faded by the wayside.

The result is a 32 song trip down memory lane. Some of these tracks I’ve talked about before in the Mixtaper column or in other posts, but some, I hope will be a bit fresh. Because of the rather large number, I’ll strive for brevity in my comments on each. Ready? Okay then.

1. American Hearts by A.A. Bondy, from American Hearts
There’s something achingly gorgeous in this relatively simple folk track. Listen to his voice break ever so slightly when he sings the “don’t tread on me” lyric in the chorus. It gives me chills.

2. Coffee by Aesop Rock (ft John Darnielle), from None Shall Pass
The concluding track (excluding the hidden song) on an amazing and intelligent album features two of the best lyricists working today combining their powers. After Aes’s frenetic rapping, John’s ending verse sounds like an old soul sample recovered from a dirty basement. Plus, there’s the zombies.

3.  Fiery Crash by Andrew Bird, from Armchair Apocrypha
This track goes down smooth, driven by a pulsing beat and lilting melody. Even as it starts to build up as it moves along, it retains a very relaxed, urbane charm that characterizes Mr. Bird’s best work.

4. Keep the Car Running by Arcade Fire, from Neon Bible
One of the lighter tracks from Canada’s most melodramatic indie rock orchestra. This song rockets along over light, lush backing track as Win Butler shout-sings with his usual emotive intensity. The result is teeming with life, organic and refreshing.

5. The Ballad of Love and Hate by The Avett Brothers, from Emotionalism
Easily the strongest track from the alt-country band, a spare and haunting effort anchored by its strong and emotionally loaded lyric. The beautiful melody, sung with just the right restraint, coupled with the spareness of the arrangement makes the words that much more effective.

6. Wild Mountain Nation by Blitzen Trapper, from Wild Mountain Nation
This song is basically southern rock on acid. It’s got a stomping beat, twanging slide guitar and an appropriately dirty lead guitar, but the whole things sounds messy and fractured in a spectacular and interesting way. I dare you not to tap your foot to this.

7. Flume by Bon Iver, from For Emma, Forever Ago
The album as a whole is characterized by a haunting, wintry feel, and this song captures the best of that atmosphere. The moody acoustic strumming is buried under droning sounds and layered falsetto vocals that give the song a ghostly presence. I can’t find it, but if you can track down his 9/8/08 performance of this song on Late Night with Conan O’Brien, it blew me away.

8. On the Bubble by The Broken West, from I Can’t Go On, I’ll Go On
This song practically slaps you in the face with its bright indie-poppiness, right out of the gate. That towering, sugar-sweet riff is only the tip of the iceberg–the handclap beat and bounding guitars support an eager vocal, harmonized in just the right places. It’s like sunshine condensed into two minutes and 40 seconds.

9. Pale Horse by Canon Blue, from Colonies
The song opens with moody backwards riff that’s soon augmented by a hypnotic guitar, etherial piano chording and eventually an electro-backbeat, which kicks up just as the vocal launches into a reverb-soaked chorus. This is music for traveling on trains or walking around in winter–it’s open and chilly, but also inviting.

10. Melody Day by Caribou, from Andorra
There’s something retro about this song, like it’s been brought here from 1967 via time warp, but it’s been dressed in modern clothes. There’s a bedroom-electronic flavour layered under the psychedelic melody, twittering flutes, understated guitar and crashing cymbals. The result is something that’s both alien and familiar in a really peculiar and cool way.

11. Serpentine by Chris Bathgate, from A Cork Tale Wake
The richness of the voice, coupled with the singsong melody is what strikes me the most here. The song appears simple at first listen, but reveals a subtle complexity on each repeat–cellos intone under the gentle piano, just as a violin (or viola maybe) soars above it; it’s easy to not even notice the drums as they come in; the build is really beautifully executed.

12. Saint John by Cold War Kids, from Robbers & Cowards
If one could distill badass into a song, it might sound like this. A jailhouse murder ballad driven by a wicked bass and thundering drums, over which comes a snarling vocal, clearly from the wrong side of the tracks. By the time the honky tonk piano sweeps in, it’s become almost a gospel song in a perverse but awesome way.

13. Going Nowhere by Elliott Smith, from New Moon
Technically this song is at least 10 years old, but it saw its first official release last year and stands as one of the strongest tracks from the articulate, dark world of Elliott’s music. His raw vocal whispers its way through a melancholy melody and over his beautiful guitar, as though he were in the room playing for you, maybe after some drunken party, while your friends are passed out around on the floor.

14. My Moon My Man by Feist, from The Reminder
This was a tough call–the innocent sweetness of “One, Two, Three, Four” or the femme fatale stomp of this track? And it is a stomp; the song is rhythm driven but covered in velvet, especially Leslie’s vocal, wandering through the arrangement like a silk ribbon. It’s dangerous and kinda sexy.

15. Song Among the Pine by Gravenhurst, from The Western Lands
Something about this track has the air of some ancient, pagan hymn. Nick Talbot creates, out of guitar, voice and gentle hums and drones, a snow-covered forest on a crisp sunny day, where mystical things lurk just on the periphery. It’s positively haunting.

16. Your Rocky Spine by Great Lake Swimmers, from Ongiara
Although the album isn’t as strong as their prior two, this banjo-driven love song is one of the band’s better songs. Tony Dekker’s voice is ridiculously beautiful, as usual, and the melody and lyrics embrace you as the song moves forward along its open path with a certain moody sweetness.
 
17. Small Talk by Immaculate Machine, from Fables
Indie pop, yes, but with a tense flavour to it, created by a tight melody and the interplay between lead violins and guitars over an unrelenting bass. The lyrics reflect this tension, talking of secrets worming their way into a conversation that suddenly turns heavy.

18. Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car by Iron & Wine, from The Shepherd’s Dog
The thing about Sam Beam is that he progresses with each release, becoming slowly more complex and adventurous, while retaining the intimate southern charm that made him famous in the first place. This album, like its opening track, features more playful touches–piano runs, gentle beats, distorted sounds–while still sounding like some old uncle telling you a story at a family reunion picnic. The lightness does the music good, it doesn’t get mired in melodrama, although the lyrics retain an emotive character.

19. Teardrop by Jose Gonzalez, from In Our Nature
As with his cover of The Knife’s “Heartbeats,” Mr. Gonzalez manages to strip this Massive Attack song down to its naked spine, retaining the character of the original while also making it very much his own. The song itself lends itself perfectly to his quiet, echo-laden world–its powerful yet still spare.

20. Pink Light by Laura Veirs, from Saltbreakers
There’s something about that guitar riff that’s just irresistible and something literate and intelligent in the singer/songwriter/occasional Decemberist’s voice. Like a lot of the tracks on this list, this one seems to come from its own kind of mythical world where sails are tattered and winter wracks the bones of memory, all under ringing chimes and over skittering beats.

21. Hatchet by Low, from Drums & Guns
“Groovy” is not a word I would usually use to describe the slowcore Minnesotans of Low, but this track definitely qualifies as that. With their usual awesome male/female harmonies, Alan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker intone a wry lyric over a groovy beat and skeletal guitar riff, making this short song one of the most interesting in their catalogue.

22. 99% of Us is Failure by Matthew Good, from Hospital Music
When an album has a name like that, you’ve got to know you’re in for something like this, but this song is still a sucker-punch to the gut. There are a lot of songs about watching a loved one die, but the devil is in the details here; Good’s voice is expressive without being over the top, the lyrics are smart enough to have some pathos and the melody doesn’t hurt the picture, soaring over the ’90s alt-rock callback instrumentation.

23. Fake Empire by The National, from Boxer
There’s a grace to this song. Part of it comes from Matt Berninger’s low voice singing the almost detached melody. Part of it is the unobtrusive beat, driving under the pianos that grow stronger as the song builds. By the time the horn sounds come in, the track has become something else completely–a slice of smooth, modern pop/rock.

24. Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe by Okkervil River, from The Stage Names
This was a tough one–five of the nine songs on the album were under consideration for this list, but in the end, I had to pick this. The metaphor-dripping lyrics, the hurling vocal of Will Sheff, the anthemic nature of the instruments that support him–it’s all there. There’s a reason Okkervil River are one of my favorite bands and this is a great example of it.

25. Overture by Patrick Wolf, from The Magic Position
Now THAT is a violin riff. There’s something suitably epic about this affair; Mr. Wolf’s voice is laden with bravado, the beat pulses and thunders, the strings sweep in grand movements, etc. The contrast of electronic and acoustic instruments creates a cool effect also. Like Sam Beam, Patrick gets better with each successive release, and if this is this good, his next album better be damn well amazing.

26. Romantic Type by Pigeon Detectives, from Wait for Me
There is something appealing about straight-ahead, no frills rock ‘n’ roll and this song delivers on that front. It sounds in kind with the whole Franz Ferdinand-ish, “let’s draw from the late ’70s” thing, chugging forward there 2.5 minutes of crunchy guitars and a frenetic rhythm section, complete with the slowdown on the post-chorus. But it does it all really well, and that’s the key here.

27. House of Cards by Radiohead, from In Rainbows
Amidst all the tales of isolation, geopolitical statements and dystopian ruminations, Radiohead rarely get to write a straight love song, but here they’ve done it. Sort of–there is a certain doom-laden mood here, but it wouldn’t be Radiohead if there wasn’t. Everybody on the planet gushes about Radiohead, so I don’t have to explain why this song is awesome, really.

28. Rehab by Rihanna, from Good Girl Gone Bad
Say what you will, this chick can sing. Although not quite as cool as “Disturbia” (which is ineligible as it came out on the 2008 special edition of the album), there is something really appealing about this. Her voice isn’t being showy here, even though she’s capable of it, and the backing track feature a sweet, whirling piano. Proof that there is hope in the mainstream pop/R&B arena.

29. Overpowered by Roisin Murphy, from Overpowered
Formerly half of the dance pop band Moloko, Ms. Murphy creates the sound of robot sex on this track. It’s danceable, driven by a skittering low pad and plucking stabs over the top of a cybernetic vocal. Yet when she launches into the chorus, it’s with a “come hither” intonation that’s made more startling by the style of the verses. Great stuff.

30. Your Last Chariot by Scout Niblett, from This Fool Can Die Now
One of the shorter songs on Ms. Niblett’s best album since her 2001 debut, its a great showcase for her wailing vocal (see also: “Peoria Lunchbox Blues” by Songs:Ohia). The guitar, like the rest of the song around it, has a dirty, rural feel to it, not unlike ’90s Cat Power (an overused but apt comparison). There’s something dangerous about the affair as she repeats “comin’ to get ya…”

31. Sometimes by Siobhan Donaghy, from Ghosts
A standout track on one of the best pop albums of this century, the former Sugababe flexes her creative muscles, moving down a track that marries her teenybopper roots with Kate Bush-ish eccentricity. Listen to that high, spiraling vocal or the weird noises that dance in and out of the mix. The effect is to turn a simple bubblegum track into something weirdly spectacular.

32. Bouncing Off Clouds by Tori Amos, from American Doll Posse
Proving herself still vital, nearly 20 years after her first album and through a career marked by indulgent quirkiness, Tori put out one of the catchiest songs I can think of in this one. The melody is strong, the backing track isn’t showy but frames the vocal wonderfully, the lyrics… well, they’re Tori, but they’re not over the top. This manages to be both adult contemporary and appealing/interesting, a combination not easily achieved.

So that’s that list. 2007 was definitely a good year. I’m now off, ready to dive back into this year’s offerings–an even more diverse and intriguing set.

Monolith Day One: Content Edition

Posted by Marshall on 15th September 2008 in Commentary, Concerts, News, Reviews

Or maybe there’s no content here. I don’t know. This is going to be a little image heavy, so to reduce that a bit, here’s a link to the album containing all the photos I took yesterday. Also, all of the pictures that I have posted here can be enlarged by clicking them. You may find you need to click some of the pictures, as you may notice a resemblance between the image in the picture and someone’s ass. Fear not, this is most likely one of the members of Vampire Weekend and clicking the photo will solve the problem. It’s amazing how so many things look like the asses of preppy rich kids with no talent at low resolution! By God!

In case you’ve ever wondered why scene kids make so many of their pictures black and white, I can explain. They do it for a lot of reasons, but one of the bigger ones is that it makes really horribly taken pictures look more presentable. (It also helps hide how fat you are, the acne you have, and it generally makes you look more heartbroken and/or solemn.) Combine bad pictures with a weak camera (for indoor and distance shooting, anyway) and, wham, the need for black and white is really strong.

So that is why a few of the pictures I took are in black and white: they look better black and white than the color calamity and disaster that they were in the originals. Not great, but at least you can look at them without wanting to kill yourself!

I just got home from day two and I will be dealing with the pictures and review of that tomorrow.

A brief recap of yesterday:

I saw Dressy Bessy, Foals, a bit of Superdrag, a very small amount of Cameron McGill and What Army, tiny bit of Blitzen Trapper, Holy Fuck, some of Cut Copy, A Place to Bury Strangers, the Night Marchers, here and there of The Fratellis, and an ounce of Silversun Pickups.

I encountered a great deal of inebriated individuals who were begging to have their asses kicked by someone braver and stronger than I.

Exciting! That’s the quick summary of yesterday. The longer story is here.

I’ll try to recount here a bit of what I saw, how it was, why I wanted to pen a suicide note that would obviously remain unsent for reasons regarding future political viability, etc.

    Dressy Bessy

Dressy Bessy is a local band for me. They’re from Denver and, as far as I can tell, Denver doesn’t have “a sound,” so saying they’re from Denver means nothing. But Lastfm tells me they’re associated with something like Bilderberg or Elephant 6 or the Bohemian Grove or something, so cool, right? I like Bilderberg. Anyway, they actually did a nice set. It was too short compared to, I dunno, well, a lot of the other bands that were completely boring and ran longer, but yes, they deserved more time. It was catchy pop music at its best and, honestly, how can you not at least feel happy listening to it? So that was a lot of fun and a great way to get the festival going (they were the first band on the main stage).

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    Foals

Not going to lie, I was suspicious of these guys. You know, charming Brits sent overseas to America to brainwash our youth into believing that all exports of Britain are funnier and more talented than anything we great Americans could dream of producing. But I was actually really impressed. Not gonna lie: when the vocalist started singing I was like, “Wow, I predicted how he was going to sound before he opened his mouth.” I was a little taken aback, I guess. Frighteningly predictable! Instrumentally, the band was really cool, though. Foals had a lot of energy and they were putting it to good use.

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They were having trouble pulling it off, but Foals did have this really neat drum thing going on for awhile.

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    Superdrag

All I know about these guys is that they did that, uh, that, uh… that song you hear on ’90s format radio stations once in awhile… uh… oh yeah: Keep It Close to Me. Thanks Google. For whatever reason, Monolith bleeped out the word “asshole” (or, rather, they silenced the mics when the word came up) during the song. That amused me because they let other bands swear all the time. Anton Newcombe raged at the audience, the band, and the sound guys — using several profanities during the experience (surprise!) and no one was like, “Hey guy, shut up or we’re going to throw you out.” But yes, I can clearly see how the use of the word “asshole” during a song would totally ruin someone’s day. Anyhow, Superdrag was a little forgettable. They seemed to have a sense of humor and it was nice to see someone in a “Vote 3rd Party” t-shirt after having seen so many Obama t-shirts and having been intoned numerous times that one must vote Obama or go to hell, though.

Readers, just remember that change is coming. Oh yes, it’s coming. A whole CHANGE SAMMICH is gonna hit you up and you’re not going to know what to do with it except eat it. You’re going to eat and like it. That’s how much change is coming. Oh yeah.

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    Blitzen Trapper, Cameron McGill and What Army

I didn’t stay long enough to see these guys through or grab their pictures, but I’d feel bad not mentioning them. I think Blitzen Trapper would have been cool had the room not been packed and had I not been starving to death. Cameron McGill and What Army didn’t really play stuff that was my cup of tea, but I heard a lot of good things about them from my sister and dad.

    Cut Copy

Cut Copy was a little, you know, whatever. Not so much to my liking, but if it’s what you’re into, I imagine you would like it a lot. I mean, they do what they do well. But a hooker who does her job well is still a hooker! (Ahh, Mickey Avalon flashback.) Kidding. They were enjoying what they were doing and that’s always neat to see. Bands who look like they’re having a lot of fun, even when I don’t really dig their music much, are a lot better than bands I like who look like they’d rather be at the slots just prior to hitting happy hour, instead of, you know, playing music.

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    Holy Fuck

Holy Fuck was the surprise of the festival, in my opinion. A friend of mine and my girlfriend left Cut Copy early to walk, out of breath, up several rows of stairs to get to the top stage. At first, I didn’t really know what to make of Holy Fuck. Like, did I like it? Did I not like it? What the hell was it? But as I listened to it, I came to the conclusion that, not only did I like it, it was pretty damn awesome! According to Lastfm, a guy in Enon (or guys?) have contributed to the band. That is also pretty damn awesome! I’m not totally sure if I’d be into listening to Holy Fuck on CD, though. Like, would it interest me as much as seeing them live did (aside from A Place to Bury Strangers, they were my favorite act of the day)? This is a question I do not know the answer to! I guess the logical thing to do would be to buy a CD at some point and find out. In the meantime, if you get the chance to see these guys, you should. It was really neat.

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    Silversun Pickups, The Fratellis

Not gonna lie, I only heard a song and a half of The Fratellis and I was too trippin’ from just having seen Holy Fuck’s show to focus on them. Or, I think it was Holy Fuck I had just seen. I don’t know. Anyway, I had just seen some band that left me too trippin’ to focus on The Fratellis. Apologies to The Fratellis that some internet geek was unable to devote his full attention to your performance.

Silversun Pickups, on the other hand, I was paying attention to — albeit, I was somewhat deaf during this attention-paying period since A Place to Bury Strangers had completely blown out my ears (this side-effect of their show plagued me even when I woke up the next day) prior to seeing Silversun Pickups. I like SSPU (apparently that’s what the cool kids and their drum kit are calling them now!), but it was starting to drizzle and I was cold and it was windy and, um, well, I have a lot of excuses for why we left. But yeah, I left early in their set to head home. I would’ve stayed had the weather been nicer and had I not been so tired. They’ve been called a Gish-era Smashing Pumpkins ripoff, but that’s cool with me. I prefer their sound to the Smashing Pumpkins in general. I don’t really know why this is, but it is. Silversun Pickups were very intense during the part of the set I saw them do. They were diggin’ it. The chick in their band seemed to have stolen the bassist in My Bloody Valentine’s bass. And the bassist from MBV’s general appearance. But that’s cool, I mean, whatever floats your boat and all. Of course, the appearance-and-bass-theft could have been a hallucination, or a side-effect of having been back as far from the stage as I was.

The Fratellis:

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Silversun Pickups before/after pictures showing why black and white makes bad pictures more presentable:

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    A Place to Bury Strangers

I still cannot hear properly, over 24 hours later, after seeing these dudes. I mean, whoa, they were loud as can be without, like, being My Bloody Valentine or, uh, another really loud band, I guess? I wasn’t close enough to see a lot of the guitar effects going on, but the sound was really impressive and I don’t envy the band in the room over that overlapped with them. There were a lot of people standing around in the room with their fingers over their ears, staring at their shoes who were half enjoying the sound, half hoping it would go away, I think. A Place to Bury Strangers were definitely the loudest band I’ve ever seen and I thank them for it! At one point, their guitarist (I think Sarah’s mentioned having known him a couple times?) raised his guitar above his head and was bashing away at it as the strobes were going off. It created a really weird/really pure rock and roll effect. You just sort of stood there mouthing, “Wow, I wish I was that cool.” Then one of the strings snapped and the guitar went crashing to the floor. This left everyone hearing loud white noise until the guitarist could get another guitar and finish the show. Fun stuff! Alas, I could only get one picture. Black and white could not save it.

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    The Night Marchers

John Reis is awesome. I remember my uncle giving me CDs from Drive Like Jehu, Hot Snakes, Pitchfork, and Rocket from the Crypt when I was 15. Those four bands, and those four CDs, influenced a lot of what I listen to today — particularly Hot Snakes, Pitchfork, and Drive Like Jehu. The Night Marchers lack a lot of the guitar work found in Drive Like Jehu and Pitchfork, and something feels not right if you compare them to Hot Snakes and Rocket from the Crypt in terms of talent, but they’re still pretty solid and John Reis is still a member. I find it amusing that the tongue-in-cheek tone of the Wiki entry on Lastfm for The Night Marchers was so epitomized by some of the older (by older I mean 30-35 year old guys) guys during and before The Night Marchers show. The jokes about over the top moshers, that sort of thing. I don’t know, it’s a weird similarity, ok?! Anyway, The Night Marchers still did a fun set and I stood 10 feet away from the guy who played the Drive Like Jehu song Sinews.

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So the above are the bands that I saw and/or briefly glimpsed and heard while I was at the first day of Monolith. It was a lot of fun, aside from the, er, douchebags who roamed free throughout the Red Rocks Ampitheatre. What better word for them is there other than “douchebags”? It conjures up images of the South Park episode about John Edward — which, to me, is a pretty accurate summation of the sort of people at the first day of Monolith. For some reason, the second day’s crowd was more subdued. I don’t know if they were too hungover to be obnoxious or if the Monolith fanbase was churchgoing or if most people just hated the second day’s lineup. Whatever the reason, the second day lacked the number of imbeciles the first day had. I’d like to take this opportunity to chronicle the idiots who so dearly etched their personas into my mind during Monolith’s first day.

First up is Dancer Girl!

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I don’t know who she is, why she is, what she was doing dancing alone to Cut Copy like she owned the place, but she is and she was indeed dancing alone to Cut Copy like she owned the place. And I guess that’s cool, except for the part about it being really annoying.

This guy isn’t so much an idiot as he is probably the only black guy at Monolith:

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Where would we be without a concert attendee in a Rush shirt, though? It doesn’t matter if you’re at a huge hipster music festival or a Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus concert, you will see a guy in a Rush t-shirt. They are most ubiquitous, bro.

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Speaking of bros, the concert possessed a great deal of them. I’d say that about 78.92% of the concert was easily comprised of bros. I don’t want to say they were all there for Vampire Weekend, but… they were probably all there for Vampire Weekend. Maybe they thought Jack Johnson was going to make a surprise appearance. I don’t know. But they were there yesterday in droves. It’d be hilarious if it wasn’t so unnerving to see an army of guys in polo shirts and eerily similar sunglasses and backwards baseball hats running all over the place. I give you: two bros.

(Confession: these are horrible examples of bros, but I wasn’t paying attention and/or didn’t have my camera with me when there were more legit examples of broheims around. Bummer! Now you’re going to think I’m a liar!)

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See the girl, though? While she may or may not be hanging with the “Party Unity My Ass” crowd, she certainly was fairly similar in appearance to most of the female population at Monolith.

Do you see here how, if you simply swapped their hair colors, these two women are essentially one in the same?

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Speaking of “the same,” here is one of the very few scene kid infiltrators I saw at the festival (um, the one with the green hair and bondage pants, just so we be clear on all of this):

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But these people are nothing compared to Blue Scarf Guy. BSG managed to get really sweaty, really drunk, really out of control, and then run into the middle of crowds, screaming at everyone. (He also managed to show up to the second day of the festival and be even more of a jerk!) As he pushed past a friend of mine and I, he screamed something about everyone near him being weak. It made no sense, but I don’t know what I was expecting. Once he pushed past everyone in his way and found himself in his magic Cool Person Spot (I saw him literally in the exact same spot dancing away on the second day of the festival as well), he began to “dance.” He incorporated into this dancing waving of his scarf. His blue, hideous scarf. Notice, also, his completely generic and predictable sunglasses that accentuate his asshattery. And sorry, BSG, you are going bald. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but someone had to. In a few years, you’ll look like every other “I’m going through a midlife crisis and I need a convertible — fast” guy who is completely bald and, not coincidentally, cheating on his wife. In other words, you’ll be even more of a loser than you are now. Also, why did you insist on wearing your backpack while you wobbled and danced all over the place? I mean, fuck being inconsiderate, you obviously don’t care about that. Didn’t that pack weigh you down and get in the way of your grooving to the tunes? Anyway, here, I took this picture of you so that I could make fun of you on the internet:

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At the end of the day, though, Monolith was once again a lot of fun. I preferred the crowd last year (or the crowd this year on the second day), but, eh, what are you going to do, you know? The bands were cool and it was an excuse to hang around outside all day listening to music with your friends. Cool stuff. I’m worried about how it’ll be next year as it naturally wends its way to more exposure and becomes better bait for bros and idiots alike (this is not completely redundant as not all idiots are bros, though many are). I don’t know what sort of bands it’ll attract, what the crowd-quality will be like, or if it’ll be worth going to. But I hope it is just as cool as it’s been the past couple years! Just… gotta… get… rid… of blue… scarf… guy…!