Indie folk, world music, whatever the fuck people call it, sucks real bad live. I'm talking about those bullshit bands that show up at a photo shoot with a ukulele and some African tribe getup. Beurit or Gogol Bordello are good examples. I've seen both live at Bonnaroo, and it was just as I expected. Slow, boring and pretentious. "No, our band is far better and more advant-garde than any other band in the land, and we'll prove it with an overabundance of brass and tambourine players." These bands also seem to be a callout, or maybe it was the triangle dinner-bell they were playing, to all the hippies at the festival. Here they come, with their hula-hoops and dirty skirts, marching away from their nesting tree in an unbathed routine that can only be described as communal. Yeah, all a hot summer day needs is more stinky people. As soon as this gathering arrives they move from foot to mexican blankets, unknowingly knitted by kids in a factory. During one show, a girl looks at me and notices my grim disposition. "Aren't they great?" No chick, they are not great I explain. No chick, they only sound good cause you're on drugs, I explain.
I probably shouldn't be writing to the internet when I get real drunk alone.
Picture of day and new favorite meme.
