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ACL Fest was a gas!
September 16, 2007
I do believe I overtweeted, so I will spare my twits. My last tweet was "Monk ended our night the way he started it...by farting in the car." Thus the title of this post. Hahaha.
But we had A BLAST. I am so glad I brought Monk along, and so stoked that I got to spend the day with Melle and a little bit with Jason. It would not have been nearly as much fun if I had been by myself with Monk or with anyone who was the slightest bit less enthusiastic about all of the delicious delightfulness that abounded today. Melle and I got to freak out about Yo La Tengo together while Monk melted in the heat (I was so nervous that he wasn't going to make it based on his seeming discomfort in the first hour, but that child is a trooper & he stuck it out to the yummy end! Mostly because he hearts the decemberists so much, but also because he's getting to be such a big boy, and I think he really liked hanging out with mama and listening to music.) Yo La were awesome. I want to see them again for a longer set sometime. It made me squealy-happy that they all looked like they had just stepped on stage from the crowd. No fancy clothes. No pose. Just people having fun making music, you know? That's what I love.
At any rate, we kind of took a long break after Yo La and basked in the sun-behind-the-cloudsishness of the afternoon. Melle spent a great deal of time in front of the misters while Monk and I had our first round of veggie burgers and fries. I doused myself with sunscreen about a thousand times (and it WORKED! Look, ma...no sunburn!) and drank about a hundred gallons of water (it really takes a LOT to keep my hydrated.) but I felt pretty good.
The sun and heat reappeared when Jason arrived. And he went off to get a good spot for DevotchKa while Melle, Monk and I went for ice cream. We ended up standing back a bit for devotchka, but it was still fucking wonderful. The strings. The TUBA(!). The dancing. The banana-shaped shaker! I was tweeting like mad throughout the set. I almost missed the whole thing for tweeting about it. I am pretty sure I overtweeted all day, in fact.
After that, we went to stand in line for decemberists autographs. Monk was psyched, but sadly...due to his mama's unwillingness to leave the devotchka venue at the appropriate time, we missed the cut off. We got to stand in the line with some total decemberistsy-brand nerdy teenagers (monk in 4 years?) and met a guy who collects autographs for a living and said he would try to send me and Monk an autograph of the decemberists that he got awhile back. He seemed to feel really bad that the kids weren't going to get autographed. Melle got some good pics of the band, though. She came running up to me to show me one of colin signing some girl's boob...was about to show it to Monk, and then we both laughed at the inappropriateness of that! hee hee.
I think I am in love with Melle, by the way. She's a sweetie! I love her laugh. Absolutely priceless!
But alas, Melle and I parted ways. She met up with Jason at amos lee (who I guess I need to check out now...as well as The National, who sounded good to me in passing) while Monk and I moseyed over the Regina Spektor. I hate that I really like her, because I know she comes off as really precious...but I do think she is sincere. I don't think her sweetness is a schtick. What I get from her is that she really loves making music and being sillyish and having fun, and she's really glad that she is making a living doing it...and that makes me feel good about being a spectator of her. It was an hour of her delightful voice and her winning ways, and then Monk and I got some more veggie burgers and camped out in front of the Decemberists stage.
I had asked Monk about 152 times if he had to use the bathroom...and when does he decide he has an emergency situation on his hands? No less than 15 minutes before his favorite band goes on. Granted, we weren't all the way in the front, but the lines to the bathroom were long, and I was fighting for our space as it was with aggressive teenyboppers who wanted nothing more than to deprive my baby of his reward for putting up with my music all damn day. As my friend Gar would say...what're ya gonna do? He grabbed his walkie talkie and I stayed to hold down our little fort while he waited in lines that were 15 people long.
I could see him almost the whole time, but then there was this sudden surge forward and I had to hold our spot rather than move forward. I'm sure the girls I had griped at for trying to get in Monk's space were thrilled to be far away from me. Anyway, he couldn't find me for about 5 minutes after he got out of the bathroom, and the walkie talkies were crap and neither of us could hear each other (everyone around me was laughing because I would say "What? I can't understand you?" and Monk would respond "What? I can't understand you?!!!") but finally I saw him. He had his back to me and was about 15 feet away, and everyone else saw me waving at him before he did. And we were reunited after the longest separation of the day. I guess those damn walkie talkies that his dad loaned us actually DID come in handy. haha.
Anyway, gosh it was nice to be next to Monk for that show. He was all excited and arm wavey and grinny and he sang along to all of the songs and hee hee...he was even more thrilled to be there than ME...which says a lot. The Decemberists really rocked the fuck out, man. They were awesome. Once again another band that just looked like they were enjoying the FUCK out of being there and having the privilege to play music for a living, you know? I love that. I think I already mentioned that, though. I enjoyed the experience all the more for it.
After Decemberists, it was hugs all around and well wishes and Monk and I had thought about hearing dylan, but the old man just makes me sad with his barely audible voice. Monk made some comment about how Dylan is much like our old cat, Bela, and I couldn't stop thinking about that. I had told him, in response, that much like Bela...he's had a long and illustrious life and it would be a shame to miss seeing him much as it would be a shame to not appreciate the cat while she's still alive, but damn...both of them have that voice that would drive even the most ardent appreciator away, and I just couldn't hack it. I had to go. Fucking paying our respect, we had a shuttle to catch.
And we did. It was a long walk, but we made it. And we got on the bus and made it all the way home and Monk farted and I rolled down the window and we made comments on how smelly and tired we were and then we settled in for the night and I wrote this and now I think I am going to veg for a bit in my too messy house with my aching feet and my stinky self before I take a nice cold shower and hit the hay.
And tomorrow is another day in which there is not the anticipation of ACL fest in the near future. I wonder what I can anticipate now?
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