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Bonnaroo Recap: Day 1, Thursday

Bonnaroo Recap: Day 1, Thursday

Some like to look at Bonnaroo Thursday as a practice day: a day to prepare for enduring the next three days of music by “easing” into it with a light day of music. I, however, would argue that is not a “light, ease into it” day, but the most challenging day of all. I would agree, though, that if you can handle , you can handle any day at . is a test of patience. Any seasoned Bonnaroo veteran can tell you that you can easily spend most of not at the festival, but stuck in your car for countless hours just waiting to get checked in to the campground or will call.

The PopWreck team had a slight Nashville detour for sushi and a glimpse of the CMAs, which were also this weekend, so by the time we arrived in Tennessee, the car line just to enter the city of was already outlandish. We then had to spend more time waiting for our credentials before embarking on an even larger journey to find our campsite, which managed to confuse several volunteers. Then another delay came with the time it took to set up the tent before we lost daylight. Suffice it to say, we missed a few Thursday bands that we would have liked to have seen, but those are the breaks and almost everyone at Bonnaroo has to deal with them.

For Thursday, only half of the stages were in use and while there were plenty of good bands spread across various stages, as far as this indie hipster is concerned, the only stage to be at Thursday was “That Tent.” The evening line up at That Tent consisted of , , and . So like I said, this was the place to be Thursday and the tent was packed all night.

My compatriot, Josh, did venture off to explore other bands. He went to Manchester Orchestra at The Other Tent. Here the alt rockers payed a high energy cover and a new song as well as their radio hits such as “I’ve Got Friends” and “Shake It Out.” He also swung by the wild dance party that was Miike Snow at This Tent. Snow went late, which made Josh miss The Dodos as planned. Then, Josh caught the many indie rockers in Blitzen Trapper before grabbing a few laughs with Margaret Cho at the Comedy Tent. As a special treat, The RaconteursBrendan Benson performed with her.

by Joshua Hammond

Manchester Orchestra by Joshua Hammond

by Joshua Hammond

Meanwhile, That Tent, where I was, had a constant showcase of a great indie bands. I began with CA’s Local Natives, who played most of their tunes off Gorilla Manor and a Talking Heads cover. The Fleet Fox-esque band took me by surprise. I guess I just assumed that like the Fleet Foxes, they’d be bearded and flannel-wearing gents. But the harmonious group was a bunch of young hipsters. From listening to the record, I knew to expect the great harmonies, but it was only by seeing them live that I realized how skilled the percussive heavy act really was as members, as members switched up guitars with mandolins and extra drums as well as moving around who had lead vocals. Truly fantastic.

Local Natives by Joshua Hammond

After Local Natives was the chillwave act Neon Indian. I caught Neon Indian in Denver over a year ago and I can’t get over how much they’ve progressed. The group jumped up and down while playing multiple synths. The audience couldn’t help, but dance. The band got a little scandalous during “Deadbeat Summer” when a group of of topless girls loosely covered in paint and feathers like, well, Indians, came out on stage and danced. The set was over all too quickly and sensing that, the band reappeared and played one more: a brand new song.

Neon Indian by Joshua Hammond

Next up was Australia’s The Temper Trap. I guess the third times the charm since I’ve been trying to see these guys on multiple occasions and something has always come up i.e. tornado watches. Lame. Not lame? The band’s performance. I was surprised by their jam band tendencies, but l also loved that they had them. During one great jam break, singer Dougy poured water on an extra tom drum and as he banged on the drum, water sprayed up all over the stage. Of course, the falsetto-rich “Sweet Disposition” really got the crowd moving with an extended guitar riff intro.

The Temper Trap by Joshua Hammond

But the band of the day was The xx. In an almost holy manor, the three touring members of the xx appeared dressed in black on the dimly lit stage. They surrounded turntables set up with big banners of white xs and began their set. They played most of their set and a cover. At first I thought female singer/guitarist Romy Madley Croft, was the member to watch, but I think I was getting drawn into tricks of the spotlight. Sure she has some of the better vocal parts, but it is her fellow singer and bassist, Oliver Sim, that was the real skill behind this band. Regardless, the chemistry of the back and forth vocals and answering dings of the drum machine make this a haunting band to watch. Throw in a starry backdrop and you have the perfect way to end the evening.

The XX by Joshua Hammond

Well, at least the perfect way to end an evening at That Tent. Bonnaroo Thursday has a a tradition, as St. Louis legend Beatle Bob pointed out, and that is to end the music portion with an act on the smaller Troo Music Lounge stage that features rising acts. Joshua James had the honor this evening and his American rock resonated through Centeroo as campers made their way back to their tents. Amped and ready for another day.

More photos and more recaps to come…

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SXSW 2010: An Editor-in-Chief’s Tour Blog – Part 1

SXSW 2010: An Editor-in-Chief’s Tour Blog – Part 1

Monday 4:37 p.m.
I know I’m going to forget something. I always do. Regardless of the fact that I’ve managed to fill the entire backseat and trunk of the beat up mercury cougar waiting in the driveway, I’m certain that once I get past that “Welcome to Texas” sign, something will dawn on me. I’ll have 15 different vintage shirts, but no laptop cord. Ugh.

It’s not as though I haven’t made checklists. Hell, I have been waist deep in South by Southwest– planning and reevaluating with Dayna, president of Big Picture Media, since mid-December. The festival itself is still more than 24 hours from reality for me, but I couldn’t be more ready for it to be over. Well, in theory at least.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Well, I’m not complaining much.

I understand that I’m blessed to be in the position I am. As a music journalist, I get to see the industry in a way many casual fans never will. I’m lucky to do so and am certainly not implying I’d rather be staying home in City. However, I am ready for the prep work to end. I’m whole-heartedly looking forward to moving past the rsvping, showcase planning and alignment, beyond the backlining and sound check arrangements, to the moment where the lights go down at the and seeing Neko Case and Jakob Dylan remind me there is a reason I jump through these hoops.

Super early Tuesday 12:43 a.m.
I can’t begin to imagine how bands do this for a living. I’m two hours and three red bulls into my tri-state venture to , Texas, home of and boredom has already begun to settle in. Southeast Kansas is truly the epitome of nothingness.

I can’t believe that I came from here. Tulsa, : 88 miles.

Tuesday 4:50 a.m.
Upon the realization that I have to pay a two dollar toll to get off Highway 75 to pee, resulting in my paying a seventy-five cent toll to get back on, I stop downing Red Bull like it’s water. While this stops the endless nagging need to find the nearest Kum and Go gas station restroom, it also results in my body’s realization that it desires sleep. After forty-five minutes of questioning its decision-making processes, I concede.

Tuesday 11:00 a.m.
As I wander around McAlester, Oklahoma in search of a mocha that hasn’t be created by running hot water through processed powder, the realization dawns on me that almost every Oklahoma town looks alarmingly similar. It almost seems like there is a unified checklist required to become a township, similar to the way that Johnson County communities in Kansas require your grass remain at a certain length or your house a certain color. Here however, the rules seem drastically different. For example, every town seems required to have at least one casino and bingo hall. Secondly, every town must have a parking lot full of vintage mustangs. The places provided to eat also all to be very sneaky. The Whataburger we thought we’d located turned out to be a Watsonburger. Must be a fluke, right? Nope. The corner Waffle House was a Waffle Shoppe. No deal. I’ll wait until Dallas.

Tuesday 12:23 p.m.
Oops. 67 in a 55. Hello 145 dollar speeding ticket. Goodbye coffee fund.

Tuesday 2:36 p.m.
After watching cars zoom past me in excess of 200 miles per hour in the Diamond Lane to my left, I come to the realization that there are enough persons in my car to drive in that lane. I had previous thought I needed three bodies, when I in fact needed only two. Huzzah! In hopes that this will answer my prayers for an end to the Dallas gridlock traffic, I weave around the cones and step on the gas hitting 75 for the first time in two hours. This lasts roughly, 45 seconds before the carpool lane also comes to a dead stop, where we’ll sit for another 25 minutes.

Tuesday 5:40 p.m.
Hello, Austin!

Tuesday 6:10 p.m.
I check into the studio apartment that will be my home for the next 7 days. I must confess, I’m almost willing to not leave. The couch in the living room is rather comfy and will serve as a nice late night resting place to write reviews from. There is also a nice balcony overlooking I-35 South, which has now become cluttered with future concert goers.

However, half begrudgingly, I grab a quick shower and a plate of tortilla soup before joining them on the road to downtown.

Tuesday 8:12 p.m.
I arrive at the Austin Convention Center to grab my press credentials to the surprise of no line. I’m kind of okay with this considering the previous year’s wait of four hours to get our badges. A quick shift to the left got me to the camera check in, where my Nikon D90 found itself tagged and cleared for venue use. With that, we’re all set. 2010 is go.

I cross Trinity Street and walk toward 6th, making my way to the PureVolume House. Here, I catch , and Jakob Dylan and Three Legs (which consists of ). Before pushing my way through roughly 500 people to an area accessible to the stage for cameras, I grabbed one of my free complimentary drink.

Wednesday 12:30 a.m.
After grabbing some Toni’s Pizza and Boone’s Farm wine from the Walgreens down the street, I headed back towards my hotel room to crank out the reviews from the prior day.

Look for Part 2 of Joshua’s SXSW blog soon…

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SXSW Music Kickoff at PureVolume House W/ Jakob Dylan and The Three Legs

SXSW Music Kickoff at PureVolume House W/ Jakob Dylan and The Three Legs

Looking back, I learned a few things from my time in , Texas as a rookie journalist at in 2009. After standing in line for roughly four hours last year, I arrived in Austin early, hoping to get all the paperwork and non-specifics out of the way. Dodging the Wednesday crowd really seemed to help, as I got my band and photo creds in ten minutes, leaving time to make my way over to pick up my entrance pass to the Purevolume House to catch a few bands.

By the time I got into the venue, Joshua James was finishing up his set. I shuffled through the drink line for a water before making my way to the front to set up for ‘s 10:00 p.m. time slot.

Flynn and company had literally just stepped off the runway of Austin’s International airport and onto the stage of the venue for this set. It honestly doesn’t get more rough than that. Hailing from London, their bodies were left shaking off the feeling of jet lag equaling a 4 a.m. start time. Regardless of fatigue, the guys stayed the course, presenting me with a quality jumping off point for my 2010 SXSW.

Somewhere between Ryan Adams and The Swell Season, Flynn’s set showed his diversity as he wielded multiple duties between acoustic guitar, mandolin, trumpet, vocals and charm. With sweet alt. country songs and lyrics written with talent and depth, I expect big things from Flynn. I walked away from the stage a fan. I honestly plan on catching them again before I leave Austin, this time with all of their energy intact.

Following Flynn, Jakob Dylan of both and solo fame was set to take stage. Ironically, Dylan happened to also be the first band I caught at Austin City Limits in 2009. However, this time around his cast would be a little different. His band, which features , would be playing for the first time in front of a crowd. It doesn’t get much more exciting than that.

However, it does lead a person to wonder how anyone managed to get Neko Case to stand in the shadows of a project. With a presence on stage that borders on being bold and commands attention I think there are a number of musical personalities who would shy away from sharing the stage with Case. They might worry about the spotlight shifting slightly to stage left. However, in this situation, the combination would work flawlessly. Dylan shows his humility playing with a star that might honestly be a bigger name than he, while Case stands calmly by his side, performing her role as one of the legs of the band instead of trying to be the spine.

That spine is Dylan. Of all his projects, this one is the strongest. His voice is mature and wise, reminding me at times of the protest singer style that his father dawned. However at times a little Johnny Cash can be found in him as well. Beautiful slide guitar riffs fill the stage as he sings about sadness.

But those are always the best songs anyway right?

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Lydia @ The Waiting Room, Omaha NE

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