happy (post) memorial day
I sit here, back in my felt-lined cage of despair, hoping you all enjoyed your extra day of relaxation. I spent yesterday mostly on my ass. I did two loads of laundry and watched a couple movies related: national treasure 2 is impressively bad; well played bruckheimer/disney, you’ve done it again.
Why was I holed up in my light-less room for most of the day? I was and likely still am drunk on vitamin D and nursing near-second-degree burns to the scalp.
Sunday I partook in Sound Set ’08. The weather forecast called for about eight hours of scattered strong storms. I, being meteorologically retarded, opted against sunscreen. By four there was no sign of storm and my scalp was a lost cause. we did end up getting about 3.5 minutes of light drizzle and three clouds.
First, I was a big fan and had an awesome time, but have some read: many issues with the set up:
— No re-entry? Sure, control the crowd; makes sense.
— Tickets? Sure, because everyone buys more than they need and it keeps the money in one place.
— Metrodome bathrooms? Um… This one has me a bit confused. Wouldn’t that be incredibly inconvenient and make taking a piss a 30-minute ordeal involving too many sweaty and heat-stroked players? a: yes.
— 6 beer lines? Is downright unfair. There are, like, two and a half million people here.*
— Beer lines weaving between tables? … so no one’s sitting here, but we need to bottleneck and then crowd three times before getting drinks? great.
— $7 miller lite in a plastic bottle/ one per ID? I’ve heard of festival pricing, but wtf?!? one at a time means you’d have to get your beer and hop in line for another rotation four times to catch a buzz. a $30 buzz.
— didn’t release a line-up? sure, that make sense. ’cause now i’m stuck here for nine hours without sustenance but for delicious corndogs, cheese curds and $4 waters. stellar.
— all of the above? are you trying to fuck us in the ass? I get it, the tickets were cheap, but there’s no way in shit I’m wasting two hours having a piss and waiting in line for a shitty beer at $7 each. Assholes.
Now that’s out of the way. The show drew all kinds by “all kinds” i mean those urgently avoiding an “alex P. Keaton” sort of look. The people watching was epic conforming to anti-conformity is surprisingly cheap. The music, for the most part, was awesome. Here’s a rundown of a few:
Mac Lethal… made me want to buy his album, though I didn’t. The set was solid and the rhymes were hilarious. The guy’s funny. He even took time to bad-mouth nickelback and fergie. Genius.
POS… put on his usual greatness. If only retarded people would start to like him so he’s blow up like Soulja Boy I hate myself for even typing that fucker’s name.
dilated peoples… had a solid concept, but got too caught up in hyping the crowd.
Aesop Rock… is my new favorite. Listen to none shall pass and get back to me. I really dug Rob Sonic and his fatness. That constantly pumping arm was hilarious.
Atmosphere… worth the price of admission, the shitty planning and cell-block-like security measures along with the probable heat stroke and wicked burn. I hadn’t seen them live before. twas the sweetness.
That’s how my holiday weekend went and the main reason for my laziness yesterday. I’ve a shortened week as compensation for the shit-storm of last week. I’m already looking forward to sleeping in…
* plus or minus 2.76 million