I should really go to bed, but I can’t because my mind is buzzing with the last three days.
So to summarise today –
Claire Bowditch and the Feeding Set.
Talking – the first real face to face conversation in days.
Whoa – different crowd today. Those really aren’t good shoes/clothes for a festival – you’re gonna regret wearing that later. Bernard Fanning has a lot to answer for.
Lior. Lucky Laura.
Walking, talking, walking, talking.
‘Whoa, you’re just this person who attracts completely random people.’ Ah, yeah, seemingly. Which is all good so long as their tongue stays in their mouth and out of my ear.
Fucking mobile phones.
This Josh Pike T-shirt isn’t for me, really.
Xavier Rudd – holy holy holy crap. The things he can do with a kick drum, a slide guitar and a didgeridoo.
‘I’m not sure if it’s Xavier, but there’s a whole lotta love here.’
The biggest Augie March fans are to be found in queues for toilets.
Ash Grumwald. Interesting.
ME – ‘Is your friend okay?’ HER – ‘Yeah, he’s okay. He just took a pill and he had an operation to put pins in his knees like 2 months ago and right now he can’t use his legs. It’s okay, someone is gonna come get him and take him back to the tent.’ ME – ‘Uh, okay.’
King Tide sound check – is there another band in the world that takes as long to set up?!
ME – ‘If I lean against the front rail, will I look like a groupie?’ HIM – ‘Yes.’ ME – ‘Oh well, I’m okay with that.’
I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me.
The Mountain Goats (HAIL!@&^%!@).
Donovan Frankenreiter. Man’s got soul.
It’s funny you know. I was reading Ben’s blog this morning before heading back into the festival, and I felt yearning. He had written about how quiet the first 2 days of his weekend had been, and how nice it was. I think the yearning came from just wanting that downtime so badly. I want the feeling of a day stretching out with no plans, and no one to please but myself. This week I have Tweedledum and Tweedledee staying with me until Friday, and then I’m driving to Wagga for the weekend (because I honestly think that’s the only way I’m going to get them back there). Work also promises to be great gobs of fun this week.
Tonight, though, I feel different. The yearning has gone. I think it has a lot to do with spending time with new people – there’s something so validating about making new friends. It’s nice to know that other people find you even remotely interesting, and genuinely want your company. Even if it’s a temporary, fleeting thing, it can be enormous in the grand scheme of things. It helps me realise that the world indeed works in mysterious ways, and that you never know what’s around the corner. You shouldn’t make your mind up about things and write people off generally.
Also, 3 days music festivals are no good for my resolve to spend less money on music. There are a lot of CDs I want now, and a lot more bands I want to see live. It’s exciting and kinda annoying all at once.
Tomorrow night I will do a ‘best of’ for future posterity. It’s good to get all this stuff out I reckon, while it’s fresh in your mind. Right now though I really need sleep.
Dear John Darnielle,
Thank you. Your 60 minutes of music tonight rocked my world, and it also made the last month okay. To appreciate the gravity of that you’d have to know how fucked my month (no, year) has been, but I will save you the agony. Really, the Mountain Goats were one of the main reasons I bought tickets to this festival, so you had a lot of expectation to live up to.
And you opened with This Year. It all welled up inside me so much that I wasn’t sure what to do with it – in the end I just danced and sang along with everyone else and grinned like a fool. I was surprised that you opened with such a crowd pleaser, but it was just perfect. To hear the whole crowd screaming ‘I am gonna make it, through this year, if it kills me!*@^!’ at the top of their lungs made my heart soar. That’s my song.
You know, all weekend I did not come across one other Mountain Goats fan. And I talked to a lot of people. I was beginning to think everyone was there for Bernie or Xavier and I was worried the tent would be a bit empty and the vibe would be weird. You were playing at 8:20PM, and I made my new friends come with me to the Big Top at 7:45, just as the act before you was finishing, so I could get right up front. Pretty much for the first 15 minutes there was hardly anyone there – but then, they started coming. Mountain Goats fans. We were up the front and talking, so I didn’t see how big the crowd got, but I turned around and there were so many people there!
Then you both came out and the cheering was riotous. You played the first few chords of This Year and the crowd went mad. Then, as you went into Dance Music, the cheering got louder. Every person in that tent was singing along and it looked like you loved it. My favourite parts were when the crowd sang, almost to the point of drowning you out, ‘There will be feasting, and dancing, IN JERUSALEM NEXT YEAR@!&^!’ and also when you said ‘sing it!’ and everyone screamed out ‘I DON’T WANNA DIE ALONE’ in Dance music. And I will love you forever for playing that acoustic version of Dilaudid. Thanks also for your stories about your songs, particularly the one for Ox Baker Triumphant.
I hope you had as much fun as I did. Your set tonight was the perfect way to end a great 3 days.
See you at the Annandale on Wednesday – I will be the girl with the ‘I wish I could speak to you as much as your lyrics speak to me’ look in her eyes.
You rock more than words can say,