Showing posts with label Pitchfork Music Festival. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pitchfork Music Festival. Show all posts

Friday, July 20, 2007

Slint Playing Spiderland Over And Over. . .



I love Slint's Spiderland. It's a great record. But I'm now convinced this band is a one-trick pony. After playing Spiderland live in its entirety earlier this year in Spain and now at Pitchfork last weekend and the other night at Webster Hall in NYC (thanks, Brooklyn Vegan), I am tired of hearing about the band and their live regurgitation of a seventeen-year old album. It must be wicked cool to see the band play the album live, but aren't they just setting themselves up as a one-trick pony by touring the world and playing one album in its entirety over and over and over? And now that someone has posted news that their (maybe) new material is junk, my suspicions are confirmed. Thanks for a great album, Slint, but maybe you should stop while you're ahead.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Dan Deacon Played Pitchfork Festival in Chicago This Weekend, Failed To Have AGT Lovefest

Dan Deacon

It is worth noting that my Chicago vacation coincided with the Pitchfork Music Festival, which I did not attend. Why? One reason is that Pitchfork is an online zine that you love or hate, and I generally hate it. I just can't get down with their whole hipster agenda. Sure, I would have loved to have seen Slint, Cat Power (still listening to The Greatest, Chan. . .brilliant record!), etc., but I don't think I could take 3 hours (not to mention 3 days) with a bunch of white belts and pencil jeans. And hearing a bunch of suburbans and middle-class urbanites getting live with Clipse and drug violence . . . I'm getting ill.

Brooklyn Vegan, however, has an interesting article about the Fire Marshal shutting down Dan Deacon and Girl Talk because their sets drew massive crowds. Cool pictures of the Deac on BV, looking a bit rotund and without his usual uber-geek glasses (see above and at BV's site. . .how about that gingerly redhead looking enamored with Dan Deacon?). It's alright, Danners, I'm four-eyed and kind of round myself. But there I was, in the Chi, and another person was there reppin' Balto, and you left me hanging, Dan. You left me hanging and didn't get in touch so we could hold hands and walk through Millenium Park together. See if I come to your set at Whartscape this weekend!