Here we go.
2010. So fun. We were like kids.
We did it! We both rocked 5 epic nights in a row. ChrisT, the badman himself, takes the prize this year. The man is a machine, party people. 28 shows. Someone out there may have rocked more, but no one rocked it harder. Don’t argue with me. I’ve got statistics baby, I got the facts on my side. He did all the MFNW pics this year for YOTS. DIY style with point and shoots and camera phones. Dirty. Like us. I prefer his shit to the pro shit. Aren’t we all pros at somethin’? Alot of action goes down at the end of the set, and Chris is there. When the artists and crowd are sweaty and all rock and roll. Baller.
One thing is for sure. Chris and I may talk big, but we know there are people rocking scenes that we just can’t hang in anymore. If we ever could. Places that would make my sack shrivel at the prospect of hanging for multiple nights. Those scenes walk what they talk. You all are the true fucking hardcores. Sincere respect.
Again we did it our way. No regrets this year. I’ll post some thoughts later on the festival as a whole (because I know everyone is on the edge of their seat). This is our (now) yearly indulgent post of the random shit Chris and I ran into. Some moments that made this year memorable.
Always love when I explain to people what we are up to this time of year and I get a puzzled look and a “oh that’s nice”. Yeah. It is nice. 3 months from now, 99% of the people in my life won’t be able to recall what the hell they did last week. But we will. Well, kinda. Punk rock, bitches! Regardless? It was fun and kicked all kinds of ass. Thanks to our girls for putting up with it. You rule.
Alright. You were warned. Snarky, relatively unfiltered (read: profane) shit coming.
Everything is best recollection…
C=ChrisT
M=Me
(at Panda Bear)
M: “I’m all for being yourself, but have some fucking pride buddy.”
C: “That’s a mess.”
(at The National)
Scene=guy who looks exactly like Jesus in skin tight jeans is doing a slow 360 spin in front of Chris and I as we sit on the stairs at the Square.
C: “Jesus, you’re creeping me out with those tight pants.”
M: Collapsing on the ground in laughter
(outside the Decemberists, on street)
C: “You’re better than the Decemberists! Can you make change?”
Street Musician: “Sure.”
(at Justin Townes Earle)
M: “Your buddy is here.”
C: “I know, I pissed with him in the bathroom.”
M: “That’s hilarious. Guy’s a pretentious ass.”
C: “Boggles my mind.”
(at You Who presents The Thermals)
M: “This cartoon is as bad as Panda Bear’s video.”
C: “No it isn’t. I can understand this.”
(at The National)
M: “Damn it, I’m one of those douches wearing sunglasses after sunset.”
Guy in front of me turns around and has sunglasses on.
C: “That’s funny.”
(at Corner of 3rd and Couch: heading to Builders and Butchers, approx 1:00a.m.)
The scene is an absolute shitshow. Like a high school kegger at 1a.m. Only high schoolers are better behaved. Let’s roll the scene…two guys play fighting in the street. One dude’s pants are down his waist showing his ass crack. Strike that. His entire ass. People are jaywalking like it is Mardi Gras. Two women parade in front of my car (against the fucking light) in outfits they obviously stole from their daughters’ quinceanera. Staring at us while they slow rolled like we should be impressed. We weren’t! And the cherry on the sundae was the bitch that ran out in front of my car. Why did she do it? She wanted to shake her ass in my headlights. In the middle of 3rd! I refused to look at her body and shot her a stare as menacing as I could muster while Chris screamed hostile profanity and ideas on what she could do to herself.
M: “I’d like to thank whatever business is there for keeping those assholes out of our shows.”
(at The Thermals)
C: (looking at the pit). “20 years ago that was us.”
M: “It is what it is.”
C: “Those were great shows, great bands.”
M: “Yes they were.”
(at Laura Veirs)
C: “The acoustics in the outhouse make Laura Veirs sound good.”
M: “I’m not reviewing this.”
(at the Tallest Man On Earth)
C: (shouting at the sluts parading to the backstage area). “I want to be a groupie too!”
(Before The Decemberists)
M (at the Crystal to pick up Chris) : See that white van out front. I’m there.
C: (outside the Wonder waiting for me) “Which one, I see a bunch.”
M: “Goddamnit Chris, there’s just one. Quit fucking around, I’m in the middle of the street.”
C: “I don’t see you.”
M: “Fuck you! Quit hiding! I’m right here in front of the Crystal.”
C: “I’m at the Wonder.”
M: “Fuck, how did I screw that up?”
(later) M: “I am so sorry.”
Bonus
At Smashing Pumpkins, a guy and his girl made a very ungraceful cut move in front of a nice couple beside me. Dude from the nice couple reached down and gave the ass of the girl now in front of him a nice gratuitous squeeze. The interlopers bolted immediately. Love.
