@ZackTeibloom I want to go to Utopia Festival for the rest of my life. This isn’t just post-festival-euphoria exaggeration. I was intoxicated with Utopia from the moment the afternoon sun started beating down on me in hill country, I became enthralled as Peelander Z blew my mind hole open, and became a lifer by the time I was lying on my back with Caitlin, during Danny Malone, looking up at an endless sea of stars. Let’s start at the beginning. After an exhausting week full of overtime at Apple, Caitlin and I desperately needed a day off. Most people wouldn’t consider 6 hours of driving and 6 hours of live music a relaxing day off, but we live for this stuff. With me navigating (usually a terrible idea) with no GPS service, (could have been a death sentence) we followed the festival’s perfect instructions (with details like “Stay right when at the Y. You will cross two other cattle guards before taking a left at the third”) and pulled into the fest grounds where we traded press e-mails for purple wristbands and entered Utopia. Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for October, 2011
@supercooleric Over the past two weeks, mythical and mysterious indie legend Jeff Mangum of Neutral Milk Hotel has performed four public shows. Some fans (optimistically) speculate that Mangum’s recent return to the spotlight signifies a coming reunion for Neutral Milk Hotel, a band that hasn’t played a show since 1998. I would not have speculated such things, but my pessimism took a blow earlier this month when I saw Mangum make an interesting remark during a set of shows in New Jersey.
Now I have to ask myself, “Could Neutral Milk Hotel really be getting back together?”
YES: He said it.
Well, kind of. During his Sunday night show at the stately Paramount Theatre in Asbury Park, New Jersey, at All Tomorrow’s Parties: I’ll Be Your Mirror, Mangum repeatedly implored the crowd to sing along with him. Like his Friday show before it, audience participation was low. (This isn’t unusual for these recent set of shows. It seems fans are too awestruck at the sight of their idol to dare vocalize during what may very well be the first and last time they see him perform.) But this night, Jeff asked the crowd to sing the horn melodies and added, “Scott [Spillane, one of the four members of Neutral Milk Hotel] is not here to play horns. But he will be soon.”
@AndyShore I suppose I should start this with something that is sure to be exciting news for Zack. I found a new exception to the 24-hour rule: If you’re seeing a band the day their new album comes out. Yesterday Mutemath’s brand new album, Odd Soul, debuted. To celebrate, they booked a performance on the Bud Light concert series on Jimmy Kimmel Live. Previously, I’d seen Usher and Mark Ronson on that stage. It was always a fun way to see an artist with a relatively small crowd. That said, it was always a rather typical LA crowd. Mutemath changed all that.
I opted to skip the taping of Jimmy Kimmel Live and only see Mutemath. I wasn’t the only one with that idea. There was a long line, over an hour before we would be let in. Dedicated Mutemath fans were out in full force to celebrate the album release. As Kimmel was wrapping his show inside at the El Capitan theater, Mutemath took their places on stage as the cameras got set. Paul Meany and the band looked genuinely thrilled by the large turnout and screams being directed their way. A show producer came on stage to explain that during the band’s performance, they would be throwing out tons of beach balls, one of which would have a camera in it. There was also mics on each member of the band, whether it be mic stands, instruments or heads (in the case of drummer Darren King).
Kimmel introduced the band as they launched into “Blood Pressure” off the new album. It’s a tune that shows the bands NOLA roots. It has their typical riffy guitar work, grooving bass and Moody on organ. The verses have a soul quality, which showcases Moody’s falsetto nicely. By the time they hit us with the harder rocking chorus, the party was on … with beach balls assaulting us overhead. Read the rest of this entry »