Definitely missed out on Ween @ Sasquatch, but I’m betting you missed out on YACHT. You cannot mention Sasquatch without mentioning YACHT. Weirdest, greatest thing ever. And I haven’t gotten through all the commentary, but you can’t forget to mention the obliviously high fellow who was dancing in one of those awkward poncho shirts from the ’90s in the same spot EVERY SINGLE DAY near mainstage.

Also, MGMT…yes, lame. I left after one song and went to New Pornographers who were awesome and kept joking about how there would be a shuttle to come pick us all up and take us to MGMT and making snide comments as MGMT audience members like “Ugh, MGMT isn’t playing their one hit. WHAT IS THIS?” Also, there was this very DRUNK media guy during The New Pornographers who literally just dropped his camera and everything, starts playing air guitar, and then stands in front of the keyboard player (who wasn’t amused at all) with both his fists right up in the air. I could just picture a comic book speech bubble next to him saying, “DUDE. ROOOOOCK MUSIC.” And The Mountain Goats were in my top three. They are so great live, the sunscreen break was priceless.

brendan the daytime drunk has alerted my to my ironic mischaracterization of the element gold. while it does in fact have the atomic number 79, the atomic weight is closer to 197. chemistry humor fail.

Happy to hear you had a good time at the Squatch, but I’ve really soured on festival shows.

The biggest issue is that the bands are all really constrained in their short, very scheduled sets. No time for improvisation, witty banter or just having a good time. It’s just dance, monkey, dance.

Then they start shows during the day. Being up before noon and being exposed to natural light is not the natural environment of the rocker. Their 2pm slot is your 5am wakeup with a hangover.

And the sound levels are never great with the “quick” turn around between sets. Despite taking seemingly forever, what you get at a festival show for anyone but the headliners rivals a show at a crappy bar without a sound guy.

And while people being exposed to new music is cool, it’s not all that cool when the majority of the audience of the band you want to hear doesn’t know the band, and is all tuckered out from a day at the festival and are just looking bored and annoyed that the headliner isn’t up yet.

And then the least of all issues: Even when I only really want to see 3 bands amongst the 32 timeslots, two of them always seem to be playing at the same time. That I can deal with, but it seems like they’re intentionally fucking with me.

The last point is probably more reflective of me being an old man now, but the past few festivals I went to I didn’t find any new bands that I liked. I’ve sat through enough shitty openers (or headliners) going to freinds’ shows at this point in my life that I just don’t have the patience to sit through a set with all the above issues. I’ll still listen to new bands at a dedicated show, but I can’t take it at a festival. Get off my lawn.

And since you both said you’re not familiar with all of the ween, a couple songs you’d best be checkin’ out: Buenas Tardes Amigo; Bananas and Blow; Push Th’ Little Daisies; Voodoo Lady

Here’s the first time I saw Craig Robinson, long before he was known as the black guy on The Office. Still my favorite:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ty8BrKtk_u0

I should have waited until I finished this podcast before commenting…just got to the Mark Driscoll part and I laughed so hard that I started crying and it freaked out my sister’s boyfriend. He kept trying to ask me what was wrong and I was just going “Nooooo. I can’t tell you.”

Congrats on the job, Aaron!

My aol email used to embarrass me, but now I’m very proud of it. I shamed my way through to the other side.

New acronym: WWDD

What Would Driscoll Do?

So speaking of christian sex toys there used to be a show on Cartoon Network called “Lucy Daughter of the Devil”, and on one episode Satan’s sex toy company was called Sin-Sparations, and the character of Lucy wanted to make a Jesus,her boyfriend at the time was DJ Jesus, with his arms out vibrator, and it was hilarious mainly since Satan was a Bill Cosby type dad and hated the idea that his daughter would use his sex toys. Random though but wanted to share since the website made me laugh and reminded me of it.

rest in tiny peace…

I laughed out loud at “Let’s paste up our fauxhauwks” and also “Dude, that looks like a FAN.”
The last time I saw boobs at a show was King’s X in Houston in like 1996. King’s X?!