Leftist Christian

Friday - Walking around, walking around. Nothing much caught my attention until Battles. They are generally instrumental except for a couple of songs where the guest vocalists' heads appeared in stereo on video screens. Thurston Moore played with a band that is not Sonic Youth. There was a harp player, and though Joanna Newsom is my only point of reference, she was no Joanna Newsom. Frankly, Thurston was boring and I wished I were watching Curren$y instead, but my friend is more a sucka for established rock acts. Das Racist didn't do a single thing for me either, but my first great moment was watching James Blake. This would turn out as a better way to make dance music come alive than DJ Shadow. The first night closed with Animal Collective, who, except for one song, played all new songs that struck a balance between the tunefulness of Merriweather Post Pavilion and the dissonance of their other work. Saturday - Julianna Barwick is the worst version of Enya. Woods was...

This is a general post. It's late at night, and I wish I had some ice cream. Maybe tomorrow. On Monday, I rode the train to Chicago to see Low at Millennium Park. Immediately after I boarded the train, I discovered that my phone battery was completely dead. This meant that I couldn't contact my friend, who is blind and was supposed to meet me there. I covered placed where he might be twice to no avail (including walking from the field back to the train station). Finally, I sat in the back row of seats, looking around as often as I could. Man, did the first act annoy me. He is some Irish gentleman from some romance movie that tied in music. So song after song was about luv, except that he played one Van Morrison cover (I love Van Morrison; this guy shouldn't have tried). I noticed young women all around me, all clapping enthusiastically after every song. I also noticed a few stretching out an Irish flag. Blech. Then Low started, really slow... The first time I ...