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@Grams Watch: Day 3
No sign of Grams in NYC today. Though, there was a large number of MidnightBoyz at Governor's Ball .
Unfortunately, I didn't make it to Banks to see her 20 minute set and to witness her perform her 6 soundcloud songs. If there was a MidnightBoy there, decent chance that it was Grams.
I made it for James Blake, who had a really interesting set. I've always had the hardest time trying to figure out whether or not James Blake is talented. The majority of his songs I feel are loops with an incomprehensible lyric in the middle. At one point he literally could have been saying anything and I would've gave the Mou nod and would not know any better. Plus his entire set is terrible for festival settings. It's a bunch of sparse instrumentation and deep bass, something you'd usually reserve for a club or a small venue, not a huge stage in front of a fallow lot presenting to the great unwashed farrago that is our generation. One cruel moment was when he was warbling and there wasn't really much going on, there was no one cheering or whooing, just JB (that's what I call him now. JB.) crooning his little heart out and the cameras for the screens on the front of the stage cut to a little rave-ette quietly slumbering while being held up by the guardrail
His set was literally putting people to sleep. Oh, and some dude collapsed and had a seizure during the set which no one really noticed. The girl I was with was screaming help while everyone else was like, "Yo pipe the fukk down b!" (no one said this, just a general sentiment) or was just staring at this dude convulsing and gawping, not really sure what to do and giving the 
Finally his friends dragged him up and took him somewhere while people wasted no time in quickly moving into the recently vacated area. Once you go to one of these festivals you quickly realize that space ranks above life, as that episode aptly demonstrated.
I quipped, "Man this James Blake guy must be shyt. Some dude just had a seizure to get out of here
" No one laughed, too soon I reckon :ffs:
Then I saw Empire of the Sun. A dead-eyed glitter and plastic over-lit fukkstravaganza where a gaggle of Australians don gaudy costumes and play the empty and soulless pop music hits of yesteryear. Really, it must be a cultural thing down under, where, for some time now they have been churning out the most boring alternative pop music to have perhaps hit the airwaves over the past several years. People generally attribute this slate of frothy pop music to Australia's general joie de vivre and sunny climes, where late-afternoon beach parties and gamboling in the hot sunshine demands such a soundtrack, but I just chalk it up to being shyte, the embodiment of sameness that plagues every tune and melody to leave that godforsaken rock. And, I say this, with all the authority of a man who has never been there.
And that gets me to another realization that sort of dawned on me while walking the festival grounds, is the sameness of a lot of the acts. You hear any rock group it's gonna sound the same. Say what you want about Vampire Weekend, but their shyt is a sight more unique than me walking around and hearing Interpol and The Kills in succession and just being like, "They're playing some rock shyt over there I guess
" Speaking of which Vampire Weekend was good, they breezily played through all their songs, fitting like an old glove or worn pair of jeans that are just right. And their crowd was huge from what I could see. I was on the grassy knoll next to the stage and their crowd looked to be much bigger than Outkast's, which was surprising 
And then I went and checked out Axwell and Ingrosso for a bit
The show was intense as fukk, fire jets, kinetic lights, fireworks, harrowing scenes showcased on screens behind them which alternated between random, colorful cuts of lights and what looked to be a guy running down a hallway? I reckoned they did all this to mask the fact that, here we are, in this great unknown wilderness called life, watching two grown Swedish men stand on a metal stage bobbing their head while turning knobs and sweating. Sometimes you have to break things down like that to grasp just what the fukk it is we're doing here. That said, it was the most European of raves, like some shyt the nihilists from The Big Lebowski would listen to.
And then, back in Brooklyn, I saw Dave 1 from Chromeo chilling at a cafe. Gave him a wave and...that was that.
Nyc folks, you got a good city here
No sign of Grams in NYC today. Though, there was a large number of MidnightBoyz at Governor's Ball .
Unfortunately, I didn't make it to Banks to see her 20 minute set and to witness her perform her 6 soundcloud songs. If there was a MidnightBoy there, decent chance that it was Grams.
I made it for James Blake, who had a really interesting set. I've always had the hardest time trying to figure out whether or not James Blake is talented. The majority of his songs I feel are loops with an incomprehensible lyric in the middle. At one point he literally could have been saying anything and I would've gave the Mou nod and would not know any better. Plus his entire set is terrible for festival settings. It's a bunch of sparse instrumentation and deep bass, something you'd usually reserve for a club or a small venue, not a huge stage in front of a fallow lot presenting to the great unwashed farrago that is our generation. One cruel moment was when he was warbling and there wasn't really much going on, there was no one cheering or whooing, just JB (that's what I call him now. JB.) crooning his little heart out and the cameras for the screens on the front of the stage cut to a little rave-ette quietly slumbering while being held up by the guardrail
His set was literally putting people to sleep. Oh, and some dude collapsed and had a seizure during the set which no one really noticed. The girl I was with was screaming help while everyone else was like, "Yo pipe the fukk down b!" (no one said this, just a general sentiment) or was just staring at this dude convulsing and gawping, not really sure what to do and giving the Finally his friends dragged him up and took him somewhere while people wasted no time in quickly moving into the recently vacated area. Once you go to one of these festivals you quickly realize that space ranks above life, as that episode aptly demonstrated.I quipped, "Man this James Blake guy must be shyt. Some dude just had a seizure to get out of here
" No one laughed, too soon I reckon :ffs:Then I saw Empire of the Sun. A dead-eyed glitter and plastic over-lit fukkstravaganza where a gaggle of Australians don gaudy costumes and play the empty and soulless pop music hits of yesteryear. Really, it must be a cultural thing down under, where, for some time now they have been churning out the most boring alternative pop music to have perhaps hit the airwaves over the past several years. People generally attribute this slate of frothy pop music to Australia's general joie de vivre and sunny climes, where late-afternoon beach parties and gamboling in the hot sunshine demands such a soundtrack, but I just chalk it up to being shyte, the embodiment of sameness that plagues every tune and melody to leave that godforsaken rock. And, I say this, with all the authority of a man who has never been there.
And that gets me to another realization that sort of dawned on me while walking the festival grounds, is the sameness of a lot of the acts. You hear any rock group it's gonna sound the same. Say what you want about Vampire Weekend, but their shyt is a sight more unique than me walking around and hearing Interpol and The Kills in succession and just being like, "They're playing some rock shyt over there I guess
" Speaking of which Vampire Weekend was good, they breezily played through all their songs, fitting like an old glove or worn pair of jeans that are just right. And their crowd was huge from what I could see. I was on the grassy knoll next to the stage and their crowd looked to be much bigger than Outkast's, which was surprising And then I went and checked out Axwell and Ingrosso for a bit
The show was intense as fukk, fire jets, kinetic lights, fireworks, harrowing scenes showcased on screens behind them which alternated between random, colorful cuts of lights and what looked to be a guy running down a hallway? I reckoned they did all this to mask the fact that, here we are, in this great unknown wilderness called life, watching two grown Swedish men stand on a metal stage bobbing their head while turning knobs and sweating. Sometimes you have to break things down like that to grasp just what the fukk it is we're doing here. That said, it was the most European of raves, like some shyt the nihilists from The Big Lebowski would listen to.And then, back in Brooklyn, I saw Dave 1 from Chromeo chilling at a cafe. Gave him a wave and...that was that.
Nyc folks, you got a good city here
Write-up of yesterday's fukkery:
