@AndyShore This was the coolest summer in 3o years in Los Angeles. Could have fooled me yesterday. It was hotter than hell. I was hungover to begin with. Not a winning combo for a festival. I arrived to find the getting-into-Bonnaroo of will call lines at FYF 2010. If avoiding the will call line is ever possible, do so. I had no choice but to wait in the will call line, since I won my ticket to FYF. I seriously considered walking back to my car and going home, the line was so long. It didn’t even appear to be moving. There was no water to be found anywhere. I hadn’t festival-ed in too long. I told myself I was going to wait. Slowly, I worked my way closer to the will call line. Finally, as I was almost at will call, someone walked into the line with stacks of tickets. “Are you on the will call list? Yes? Here’s a ticket.” After all that, and I didn’t even need to tell him my name? FU FYF.
The first place I headed was a concession to try to obtain water. Fail. They were sold out. OK…maybe if I just pass out someone will bring me water. Not even solid comedy sets from Harris Wittels, Josh Fadem, Matt Besser and Kyle Kinane could put me in better spirits. I was hot, thirsty (re: dehydrated) and my hangover hadn’t subsided much. I decided to get in line for water. Almost an hour and $12 later, I had three bottles of water. It was time for Local Natives.
Great live music cures all ills. Zack literally bolted from the car at Coachella to see their set. I should have left my car on the side of the road and bolted with him. Wow, these guys are awesome. One of my biggest issues with indie music, and many of the bands Zack likes, is poor vocals. Local Natives resides on the opposite end of the spectrum. Their four part harmonies are spot on and blend so fluidly with the poly-rhythms of multiple band members banging on things. All you can do it dance.
I recall Bryn discussing a crowd that didn’t fully respond to Local Natives at Bonnaroo. Playing in their home town, Local Natives disproved the inattentive LA audience theory. From those riding the rail to way back behind the sound board, bearded faces smiled brightly and the masses danced their Chucks right off.
Highlights from the set included “Wide Eyes” and the Talking Heads cover “Warning Sign.” Their beautiful harmonies breathed new life into an excellent song. Nothing was better, than the set closing “Sun Hands.” I never wanted it to end. I wanted to dance and dance and forget that my brain felt as if it were trying to escape from my head.