The good:
PAUL. MOTHERFUCKING MCCARTNEY.
THE CURE.
MORRISSEY.
BEIRUT.
MY BLOODY VALENTINE.
TV ON THE RADIO.
FLEET FOXES.
YEAH YEAH YEAHS
No BRITNEY. (Recent rumors had us shaking in our vintage boots at the indie cred suicide her presence would incite…but then again, Goldenvoice loves the last minute zingers and I predict she could rear her grade-four-educated-head on Sunday night.
The bad:
WAYYYY less electronic. (BUT still there’s: MSTRKFT, Girl Talk, Hercules, Junior Boys…)
No pavement Reunion. No Radiohead/Smiths.
This is a festival line up in true, authentic fesitival style – a bit of everything with a real throwback to its rock festival grandfathers…
Yes, there’s no Erol Alkan. No Radiohead or Sigur Ros.
But perhaps the glitz and flash of years’ past has given way to this year’s sea of legitimate, worthy, lasting acts. Stuff I’ll remember long after I’m over listening to weird synth drug idled dance candy.
Right now:
I’m creating new playlists and digging out bikini tops.
I’m planning summer dresses and dreaming of sun.
I’m eating only celery and doubling workouts.
I’m excited and it’s fucking Friday.
See you at Steamwhistle tonight. I’ll be the one manically smiling in the din of the brewery and dancing like crazy in the bombshelter afterparty.
Friday, January 30, 2009
It's Here.....
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