My Hopscotch 2014, Summarized

Just found this in drafts. Can’t remember why I wouldn’t have posted it when I wrote it. Was I not finished? Oh well. Here it is:

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Well, that was interesting.

I’ll come right out & say that I’m not alone in believing that this may be the last artistically viable Hopscotch Music Festival, at least for those of us who like freaky shit. Even from outside the entirely opaque tent that is Hopscotch HQ, it’s hard to miss the sense that this year’s freakiest entrants are holdovers from previous years’ wishlists.

Having said that, I still had a pretty damn great time, and I hope to be able to do so again next year. And given that I actually wound up missing a lot of the weirdest bookings of the festival, maybe that part of my concern is illegitimate from the get-go.

Here’s the list of everyone I saw:

Thursday:

See Gulls
Le Weekend
Schooner
Judy Barnes
Museum Mouth
Last Year’s Men
The Tills
Author & Punisher

Friday:

Bachman, Graves & Bowles
Jenks Miller & Rose Cross NC
Little Black Egg Big Band
Sunburned Hand of the Man
MV+EE
Mary Lattimore & Thurston Moore
Obnox
Bedowyn
Artificial Brain
6 String Drag
Power Trip

Saturday:

Lud
Midnight Plus One
Some Army
Silent Lunch
Wing Dam
SubRosa
Screature
White Lung

The first rule of Hopscotch for me nowadays is Always Avoid City Plaza. It will crush your dreams and make even bands you admire dearly seem like puny automated museum dioramas. 

This also gives you time to nap and eat dinner, which are ultimately the true foundation to a successful Hopscotch experience.

I only saw 27 bands (over 3 days, an average of 9 bands a day, not too shabby by any normal metric). I have weirdo acquaintances whose tallies are more than likely in the 40s at this point. 

My Hopscotch 2014, Summarized

Any tips for talking to you at your book signing for Wolf this Monday?

johndarnielle:

I’m not sure if this q is about how to not make me nervous or about being nervous oneself. Because people sometimes feel nervous when saying hi in the signing line, I’m assuming the latter. If it’s the former, then this answer will totally be ridiculous and too long, but at any rate thanks for thinking of me, I’m all right, I don’t like to shake hands or take pictures, people shake my hand and take my picture anyway and if that’s the worst thing that happens to me today then I’m blessed. (NB the book signing lines have been too intense and crowded for pictures so non-issue there.) 

Otherwise, here is a thing I want to say: I know and I get that meeting somebody who’s made a thing that is useful or moving is a little weird, because the time we spend with music or literature or dance or film is private, intimate: if I listen to a song, and I have a very strong emotional response to it, it’s like the song knowsme, sort of — the song was there was I was most vulnerable. In some cases, it saved my life, and that’s no exaggeration. What intimacy could be more profound?

But of course that’s illusory. The song has no feelings of its own, and the songwriter — say, Joni Mitchell — was not there with me while I was sitting in a dark room sobbing to “A Case of You,” feeling like it spoke directly to me, so desperately in love, needing words to understand what I felt. The songwriter is really exactly like the person who made a coat: without the coat, some days I’d be so cold I wouldn’t be able to even think about anything else! My debt to the coat is considerable! But I would not be nervous meeting the person who made the coat, no matter how long I’ve been using it or how vital it’s been to me. 

So, nobody should be nervous to say hi to me in a signing line. I am really not anybody special at all.* I know songs are different from coats, but the above analogy really holds. I hope I’m an ok person, but I also know that sometimes we talk about people we admire in these superlatives that start out funny (“Joni Mitchell is a PERFECT HUMAN BEING. She is GOD ALMIGHTY WALKING THIS EARTH.” I talk this way about JM all the time, btw) and then have the result of 1) repeatedly expressing an obvious untruth, which is the exact method for inculcating a belief and 2) making us nervous to meet people who’ve made things we like. But there’s nothing to be nervous about. I’m just the guy who made the thing. The thing itself can’t be met, or has already been met. 

*really honestly really. It would make me super happy, super happy like a Yoshi at the Super Happy Tree, if people would join me in this accurate perception of me being a person who makes things he hopes are useful to others. 

Currently trying to think about whether I’ve ever owned a coat that I loved so much that I’d geek out if I met the maker. Hmm.

Any tips for talking to you at your book signing for Wolf this Monday?

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Cold front came through. Day started at like 63, peaked at around 71, and is currently headed towards the mid 40s overnight. Humidity dropped, sky became a fabulous blue:

Spent the morning installing a new smart wi-fi enabled, internet connected thermostat. To replace our older smart wi-fi enabled, internet connected thermostat. This involved (for reasons too complicated & ultimately boring to go into here) climbing around inside a closet, and splicing a bunch of thermostat wires.

I didn’t have any small wire nuts, so for once in my life I walked across the street to Public Hardware. *And* they had more or less what I was looking for. I mean, they always have more or less what you’re looking for, but in this case it was actually pretty close to right.

Went to Geer St, sat at the bar next to the open door, shivered when the wind blew through the building, ate a burger. First shivers of the fall, I guess. 

Spent the afternoon & evening in Carrboro. Bowbarr to sit outside & catch up on gossip. Gourmet Kingdom. Cat’s Cradle for the Girls Rock NC 10th Anniversary Rally. So much good energy. 

Cosmic Punk may or may not still be in high school – they’re the only alumni band who played – but in any case, they were 5x better than when I saw them in March:

Silent Lunch were at least 3x better tonight than they were a month ago at Hopscotch, and maybe that’s practice, or maybe that’s just what happens when you’re playing to a room full of rad supportive women & girls instead of a bored chatty crowd at Tir Na Nog.

Left during Ex Hex because I still can’t hear anything but the gaps where I wish a 2nd guitar were playing.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Friday, October 3, 2014

Amazing how quickly an uninterrupted 3 hours of worktime degrades until it’s just 30 minutes. Some days it feels like all I do is read & triage resumes, but the reality is that I can only bear to read maybe 10 of them before I have to distract myself with Teh Internets.

In one such distraction, posted about not having any Album of the Year candidates except for Beyoncé. I don’t have a theory yet as to why this is, but posts like this tend to yield more response on Facebook (10+ people) than on Twitter (1 person).

I wound up sorting my music directory by date & skimming through titles; I feel like slots 6 thru 20 will have plenty of contenders, but there hasn’t been much of anything that has dominated the CD player in the car, or headphone time at work, in the same way as previous years.

Still, some highlights so far:

And a raft of albums by bands whose most recent previous albums were easily #1 record material, but whose 2014 releases just … aren’t, quite. Top-20, sure, mostly. But 2014 has been the year of the One Notch Lower. I had been reluctant to name names, but since this is Tumblr & I don’t have any friends here:

  • Pallbearer
  • Hiss Golden Messenger
  • Spider Bags
  • Sharon Van Etten
  • Swans
  • Fucked Up
  • Tune-Yards
  • White Lung
  • Earth

This is tricky because what I’m saying here is that all of those bands’ previous albums were phenomenally awesome & their new ones just aren’t quite as phenomenally awesome. OK, well, in the case of Earth, I find it kind of unlistenable, but anyway.

Interviews all afternoon. This is already the Year of the Hackathon. Everyone is doing it now. I wish I had a more positive outlook on the phenomenon. There are definitely hugely positive elements to it – just exposing students to emerging internet technologies, and to the idea that something of value can be rapidly prototyped, is a huge step forward from traditional CS curricula. So OK, sure, that’s a very good thing.

But the downside is the normalization of crappy architecture, even more disregard for testing, a reinforcement of the culture of all-nighters, and an explosion in the amount of half-finished abandonware. I wonder how many of these projects live on in any capacity outside of a couple of sentences on a resume.

After dinner, went to see Gone Girl. I had only gotten about 5 pages into the novel before giving up in annoyance (at the writing style, I assume), and since I don’t really move in popular-novel circles otherwise, I was blissfully clueless about all of the plot twists. Of which there are many.

In the hands of another director (say DePalma, with the exact same script) it could have been nudged over the line into black comedy, a line which in Fincher’s hands it kind of tiptoes up to but then shies away from. Which is too bad, because none of the characters are particularly likeable otherwise, and playing the plot twists straight gets kind of exhausting after a while.

Either that or Fincher thought he was making a black comedy but couldn’t quite pull it off. I laughed a few times anyway, but not enough to redeem the 2.5 hours we sat through.

Mechanically it was weird. The media circles around everywhere but is never quite in the audience’s face enough to seem fully oppressive – so when the characters spend [too much] time sneaking through the woods to avoid the press, it just feels kind of disconnected & time-wastey. It’s weird because at a macro level, Flynn & Fincher did a pretty good job of getting through all the twists without completely losing the thread of the plot. Detail-wise, though, the editing is kind of a mess.

Anyway. Really liked Kim Dickens (of course). She played so much smarter than everyone else in the movie that I kept expecting some amazing last-minute twist from her, and was really disappointed when the credits rolled without it.

Friday, October 3, 2014

One of my dearest friends, Aimée Argote, is quoted in this article about stagediving/crowd surfing, and I agree with her 1000%. Anybody who knows me knows that if you try to crowd surf near me at a show, I’m gonna either pull you down to the floor, or steal your shoes. Ideally both. It’s always bigass dudes & they’re always kicking us smaller people in the head & just generally being entitled assholes. And being an entitled asshole, while pretty “Punk,” is not very punk.

http://noisey.vice.com/blog/is-it-ok-to-stagedive–musicians-weigh-in

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