The rusty wheel begins to turn.
I don’t know how to begin, except to begin. There’s so much to say, so many little tendrils to follow, facets to the diamond. I could tell you about the heat. The unforsaking, devastating, potentially weekend-ruining heat that made it impossible for us to maintain our spot waiting out in the 100 degree weather on blankets with no shade to speak of. Made it hard to breathe and made my heart shiver. I could tell you about Guthrie, the little town that did good to accommodate all these people, the red Oklahoma dirt in the field that got on everything, the small coffee shop with this lovely window recreation of the Sigh No More album cover. The string of lights hung under the overpass. I could tell you about my little sister who was actually a lot calmer than I thought she’d be about most things…who got her brain boiled trying to keep a spot for me so that I could stare intently at Winston Marshall’s banjyrations…and who was way more freaked out than necessary about a couple dead bugs in our less than savory motel on the outskirts of town and didn’t sleep or shower because she couldn’t bear the thought of using anything in the place.
But I suppose the best thing to do is to tell you about the music:
Willy Mason – Lovely voice, loved the violist, will be checking him out. Reminded me a bit of Nathaniel Rateliff.
Justin Townes Earle – Well, I loved him at Bristol, and I loved him here. Love his attitude. He doesn’t seem to really involve himself in things, Just as the day was starting to cool down, his set was good…wish people had been a bit more attentive.
Phosphorescent – Lots of beautiful moments, though it didn’t quite gel for me. Maybe it was the crowd anticipation for ESMZ. Interesting frontman, too.
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros – Loved them, though their camera filter was this constantly shifting kaleidoscope effect that was a bit dizzying especially in that heat. They definitely bring their own vibe, and Alex can sing…but Jade’s my favorite even if storytime gave voice to a crazy stalker-type who wanted to marry her. I think her voice just leavens the whole thing.
Bear’s Den – LOVED, loved so much. Reminded me a bit of Matthew and the Atlas. I’ll definitely be seeking out their music. It was a nice start of the day. That core indie/acoustic sound, but with some lovely lyrics such as I associate with Mumford.
Little Darlin’s – Middle of the day, unique, fun voice that probably would have worked better in another setting. Sitting as far away as possible to find one single spot of shade, the singer’s raspy twang didn’t quite translate.
Half Moon Run – Fun! Bubbly! Bouncy! Fun! I’ll be looking for their music for sure.
The Vaccines – Yeah, I still have their lyrics bubbling around around in my head. They’re the boys’ boys, y’know. And they put on a fun show. I was all kinds of distracted with getting my sister some food and drink so she didn’t pass out during their set, but I danced my way there and back.
Haim – I love them! They played Let Me Go which has the drum part I think is marvelous and I really hated the heat at this moment, because I wanted to be up there and dancing to them, but it was just not happening. But I did get to see them at the airport, walking around like real people, when no one else seemed to notice them and I’m kicking myself for not asking for their autograph, but if it weren’t for a plane delay I’d never have seen them anyway. It was just sort of special, an odd happenstance.
Alabama Shakes – The woman can sing. There’s just no arguing about that. I love Hold On, don’t know any of their other music, liked what I heard, but it doesn’t grab me as the most memorable of the day.
Mumford – Well, my view of the big screen was perfect for everything up until their amazing cover of Come Together and enough of the crowd either decided to beat the rush out or was just stupid and forgot about encores and left that at my sister’s insistence, we could creep up a good ways and actually see, you know, the gentlemen we’d come to see. And they sung Sister and the Cave and then, of course, I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends.
I’m forgetting more and I’ll backtrack tomorrow. But yeah. Yeah. Home. Feelings. So much to say.