Recent Articles in Music Festivals
Bleeding Knees Club’s Alex Wall has perfected the art of the sneer but it’s all in the name of good punk fun. Let’s say the band is updating fave 60′s rock classics with a California dreamin’-by-way-of-the-Gold-Coast trip for the teenager still lurking within us.
“If you think we were loud and obnoxious before, you’re gonna hate this,” says singer/bassist Shaun Durkan before Weekend blasted into a new song, (“Hazel” perhaps), with all the sonic command and immediacy of hits off their Sports album.
Lollapalooza Day 3: Foo Fighters Play to Mud People; Best Coast, The Cars and Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. Evade the Rain
Dripping from the torrential rain that plagued Sunday in Chicago, a white-eyed Dave Grohl confided to a sea of mud people, “You know what I like? A rock and roll band that actually gets up on stage and plays their fucking instruments,” before cuing a machine-gun “Monkey Wrench” march from Taylor Hawkins and throating that line about innocence, permanently etched into our early 90s conscious.
The kids were not alright yesterday, as hundreds of them evaded the new airport scanners and crashed a Western, 15-foot fence, booking into the concrete jungle for a taste of Day Two. At the time, Ween was at the tail-end of “Bananas and Blow.” But it wouldn’t be a bad typecast to say Southern headliner Slim Shady had some influence.
With sold-out, record-breaking ticket sales – 90,000/day – and a big proverbial 20th anniversary gold ring for Perry Farrell, the pops of touring festivals took its first breath of three on Friday in its adopted Chicago Grant Park home, humming a far different tune than its Alternative Nation meets circus shit show of yore. Once a breeding ground of Jane’s Addiction’s circle of grunge, I’m not sure anyone would have predicted Coldplay, one of rock’s most chastised mopesters, would be headlining some day.
Salty sailors and lusty-for-music fans did unite. The Village Voice 4 Knots Music Festival was successfully launched on July 16, 2011 at the South Street Seaport, NYC.
We arrived to a sweet and short line for press badges at the 4Knots Festival Front Street hangout (much like Fader’s, with things to buy, DJ’s and drinks, but to pay for, with tickets), and then ran straight over to the stage since our East River Ferry was late and thus, we were late for the Eleanor Friedberger set.
We arrived early, shocked to find a mini line forming before 9pm to get in to see Diamond Rings. It was surprising to see such an impressive display of black-clad lovelies before sundown, one was tall and slim, with severe blond bob and sequined jacket and leggings…
We got to Knitting Factory on Friday night for Kanine Records’ showcase, but a damning few minutes too late, asked to join the badge cut off line, the side-of-the-rope coral for those waiting until another badge-carrying Northsider left. Instead of being patient, we opted to have a drink at the bar and say hi to Lio Kanine, Sune Rose Wagner and friends.
This year, I was excited to see both Sleigh Bells and Band of Skulls, but many others had the same idea, since both performances were relatively packed, considering they were both tent shows on Thursday. Neither band disappointed, whether it was explosive sounds and lights from Sleigh Bells or the bluesy cords of Band of Skulls. I had gone into the festival predicting that Band of Skulls will make the same type of jump in exposure as Mumford & Sons had during the previous year…