Central Park on a Saturday night
“I lost myself between her bedazzled sling and her sparking white fur shawl. And the three assistants who assisted her on stage … it was too much,” my girlfriend Kerry’s breathless review of Mariah Carey’s 3 1/2-song Central Park performance Saturday night. Carey performed on the Great Lawn with the New York Philharmonic as part of the 2013 MLB All-Star Game Charity Concert, benefiting Hurricane Sandy victims.
From thin air Mariah Carey appeared in the distance via a hole in the stage Saturday night in Central Park, shining like diamonds with a bazooka for a sling holding in place her recently dislocated right arm. What? You expect Mariah Freaking Carey to enter stage right looking like anything other than the gaudiest Christmas lights display in the neighborhood?
Artists not featured on my list
The Major League Baseball All-Star break is fast approaching. That means I’ll be in Yankee Stadium in a little over a week. Not to catch a Yankees game, but rather to watch the true stars of summer, Jay Z and Justin Timberlake. Can you say concert of the year contender?
Fast forward to August when I plan to see Titus Andronicus and Les Savy Fav for free in NYC and then September when I am flying to Portland for Musicfest Northwest, and the second half of 2013 looks bad-ass on the concert front. Not that the first half didn’t slay.
Below I’ve listed my Favorite 2013 Concerts (So Far). The list includes festival performances as well as shows I caught in more intimate settings like a bowling alley and a cramped record shop.
A Governors Ball selfie
Sure, Governors Ball 2013 wrapped more than a week ago. I’d kick myself if I didn’t write about Nas, Cut Copy, or coke on keys from Day 2 though. Here’s a link to my Day 1 recap.
As I slogged through mud up to my ankles Saturday evening with Kendrick Lamar’s voice booming over my shoulder I overheard a girl several years my junior telling her friend, “This is what a music festival’s all about.” Her voice did not betray whether she meant her remark as a joke or sarcasm. What an idiot, I thought.
Despite Randalls Island’s grounds resembling an Occupy event for pigs, the middle day of Governors Ball featured a string of moments that transcended the conditions left from Friday’s biblical rainstorm.
Co-headliner Nas brought back the 90s while sounding like a present day title contender, Cut Copy’s pogo-worthy anthems left my feet feeling like I had played barefoot in broken glass, and Animal Collective did the unthinkable – they played songs their fans had previously heard – before sound problems cut short their set.
Below are more thoughts and observations from Governors Ball Day 2.
Maxwell's stage, post-Sky
For four minutes and change Monday night at Maxwell’s in Hoboken Sky Ferreira not only looked but sounded like a pop idol in waiting. “Everything is Embarrassing”, her 2012 blogosphere fave, closed her 50-minute set in an aching, shimmering, starry-eyed manner. When it ended the crowd pleaded for more Sky.
The dozen or so numbers that preceded “Everything is Embarrassing” offered nothing near as electric or eargasmic. Sky and her four pretty boy bandmates, seemingly hand-selected from men’s clothing catalogues, tried dance, new wave, and quiet, acoustic tunes on like dome-conscious shoppers try on hats.
The Randalls Island Swamp
The mudfest known as Governors Ball 2013 is drying in my mind. Here is my Governors Ball Day 1 recap, the first of three recaps chronicling my experiences during the second annual NYC music festival, which wrapped Sunday.
Mid-afternoon Friday my roommate Will and I and our girlfriends, Leigh and Kerry, sat in our living room, pre-gaming tall boys and streaming Pandora cuts from Friday’s Governors Ball lineup including Holy Ghost!, Best Coast, and Feist. Rain tap-tap-tapped on our fifth-floor roof overhead. Our experience to that point, albeit one confined to our living room, had been superb – dry with cheap beer, good tunes, and unobstructed sight lines.
Then we went to the festival.
Hamageddon's upon us!
Here’s a recap of my first (sorta) NYC music festival – The Great Googa Mooga – one that did not live up to its “great” billing.
It doesn’t take a soothsayer to predict organizers and vendors will not reflect upon the 2013 edition of the Great Googa Mooga food and music festival with loving memories. After pockets of rain threatened to turn Prospect Park in Brooklyn into a marsh Saturday persistent rainfall soaked the grounds Sunday, forcing the event’s cancellation before the gates opened for the day. I shall remember it as The Great Googa Mooga Drizzle Fizzle.
That doesn’t mean the entire event went bust. Below I’ve recapped the two days I attended with a list breaking down Googa Mooga’s good, bad, and tasty.
Majical Cloudz stages sit in
The unusual, mid-set request took little salesmanship. All it took was a dour proclamation.
The second half of Majical Cloudz’s Monday night in-store performance at Other Music would be “slow and morose,” frontman Devon Welsh explained, offering his rationale behind asking the 60 or so people in attendance to sit on the floor. The first three songs were not exactly a party.
The Montreal duo’s final four songs delivered on Welsh’s promise, doubling down on intensity, atmosphere, and lyrical frankness. Toward the end of “Silver Rings”, Welsh rose from the floor, shouting “I don’t think about dying alone” with a force that belied the intimate setting.
Majical Cloudz played Other Music on the Lower East Side a day in advance of the release of their new record, Impersonator, out on indie giant Matador Records. The vocal/keyboard duo of Welsh and Matthew Otto incorporate the former’s stark baritone and death-obsessed words with the latter’s sparse, repetitive key strokes that, when wedded together, excavate the glory of life from the clutches of despair.
Titus Andronicus at Brooklyn Bowl
One moment, I bounced around in a 360-degree lunatic pirouette shouting about looking for a new New Jersey – yeah, imagine that. The next, my glasses flew off my face and into the Brooklyn Bowl crowd, leaving me momentarily blind and frantic.
My glasses returned in one piece – thanks to my friend Will – before the second verse of “A More Perfect Union” ended Wednesday night, just in time to see Titus Andronicus close its set with two more balls-out rockers from its middle album, The Monitor.
For the second time in as many months, the Jersey-based quintet cemented its place, at least in my mind, as one of rock’s best live acts, willing their fans to dance, stage dive, and run into each other at any given time.
Cedric Bixler at Coachella 2012
Here’s what I remember about The Mars Volta at Voodoo Music Experience 2008: wailing, indecipherable vocals, the kind of nonstop drum fills only a 9-year-old would appreciate, lots of technical wankery, a 15-minute jam that was like a musical road to nowhere. To say I experienced a rush of excitement upon learning The Mars Volta broke up this week would be an overstatement. That would require me giving a shit.
Which brings me to why I care about The Mars Volta’s dissolution. It raises the possibility, however slight, a new At the Drive-In record could happen. Cut from the ties that bound them in The Mars Volta, singer Cedric Bixler Zavala and guitarist Omar Rodriguez-Lopez are free to take their talents – yes, they are talented – in a more focused direction (a la At the Drive-In).
At the Drive-In reunited in 2012 after an 11-year hiatus. Among the major festivals they played was Coachella, a festival known for throwing a shitload of money at bands whose members hate each other guts and vow never to play again.
Using the festival’s previous major reunited acts as a gauge to determine At the Drive-In’s new music prospects. Admittedly, I would be fine with them letting their previous work – particularly Relationship of Command, In/Casino/Out, and the Vaya ep – stand for itself. However, I’d approach a new record with cautious optimism. (NOTE: I don’t expect At the Drive-In to record again, given Rodriguez-Lopez has started a new band called Bosnian Rainbows, per the Rolling Stone article I linked above.)
Ladies and Gents, Coachella 2013
Coachella lineup withdrawals exist. I experienced them today. For hours, I refreshed the festival’s site and its Twitter an obsessive amount of times, even punched in Coachella on Google a dozen or so occasions. I could not concentrate on much else. All because KROQ radio station in Los Angeles announced the imminent release of Coachella’s lineup earlier in the day.
It turned out less imminent than I hoped, but at roughly 11:45 p.m. EST the lineup dropped. Perhaps the wait sucked my initial enthusiasm clean out of me. Nah, that’s not it. I would be jumping around my apartment like Flava Flav in his Public Enemy prime had Coachella delivered something other than B-grade headliners this year.
After I spent all day building up the potential lineup in my head tonight’s unveiling felt like watching my favorite team choke away a pivotal playoff game. Palms meet face, shake head, hold the position.
The flip side: The festival’s undercard. Although … it’s called an undercard for a reason.
Here are my initial Coachella 2013 thoughts. If nothing else, I’ll always have Coachella 2012.