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Yeah, so All Tomorrow’s Parties New York. It happened this past weekend upstate and it was epic. Nick Cave played piano with the Dirty Three, who did Ocean Songs in its entirety. David Cross got so hammered Friday he could barely tell jokes. (“My goodness, fuckin’ Jameson, though,” he said at one poine when he went blank.) Boredoms’ nine-drummer ceremonial-offering-like salvo went so far over their 75-minute time, stagehands started dismantling their kits while the drummers were still bashing away. Brooklyn’s very own Oneida led a 12-hour improv jam session in a corner bar that’d been temporarily renamed the Oneida Sportsman Lounge, a fusty room that smelled, as one colleague put it, “like my mom’s pants.” Steve Albini, for the second year in a row, ran a poker-room that was open to anyone with ten bucks. Jim Jarmusch spoke to a tiny packed room and said things like, “When I get depressed, [I just] think of all the music I haven’t heard.” Crystal Castles’ Sharpie-eyelined front-writher Alice did not punch anyone in the face. No Age cycled through Husker Du songs with Bob Mould; Deerhunter’s Bradford Cox joined the trio for a cover of Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers’ “Chinese Rocks.” The Flaming Lips emerged on Sunday night through an LCD birth canal; Wayne Coyne crowd-surfed, per usual, in a plastic bubble. Later, Bob Mould DJ’d in the Oneida room and Bradford Cox hosted an impromptu, acoustic lakeside jam. It was, let’s repeat, epic.
Even rattling off such a list still doesn’t truly convey the whole thing. Offstage, there is no real division between the audience and performers, and the potential for serendipitous encounters like finding Nick Cave firing away at a first-person shooter game, is not only possible, but likely. Plus, there are diversions like a playground, ping-pong table, pool, cosmetics counter–it is, as it’s been said, music-nerd sleepaway camp set in The Shining. All things told, ATP ends up being a particularly unusual experience, especially when, say, you end up locked inside an early-morning hotel-room party with 100 other people or getting kicked, like many, in the head by Jesus Lizard’s David Yow. So we solicited personal highlights from the weekend, from the dude selling cupcake-shaped “special” brownies to a five-year-old boy named Patrick there with his father to see the Flaming Lips to Vincent Moon, the cinematographer of the official All Tomorrow’s Parties documentary and more. Here are their memories all in one place.
Jim Jarmusch, film director
During his post-Mystery Train Q&A on Sunday.
1. The Melvins, fantastic
2. Animal Collective, ethereally beautiful
3. Dead Meadow, I’m a big fan
4. Excited for Boris tonight.
5. I love No Age too.
6. Of course, the Flaming Lips.
Shirley Braha, producer, New York Noise
1. More significant than what was at ATP was what wasn’t at ATP. There were no tacky sponsorship signs on stage or corporate marketing partners, no elitist VIP area that I’d inevitably have to find my way into, no long lines or oppressive crowds, no invasive security guards. Wish every fest was like this!
2. You could pretty much do whatever you wanted. My friend Parker and I decided to take a nap on the floor inside one of the elevators, maybe just to see what would happen. Turns out elevators are a nice place to get some rest.
3. The food court was under what used to be a giant sukkah for the Jewish holidays. Made me want to hang colored-paper chains and plastic fruit everywhere. My family would definitely approve of this fest.
4. I got locked inside a party that we happened upon on Saturday night. There were about 100 random kids crammed into a hotel room. We left after a while but then went back to rescue the Smirnoff and we were stuck there because no one could get the door to open! Neighbor was nice enough to let everyone out.
5. Hitched a ride back to the city with some boys (at ATP, you’re always with boys) at 2:30am after the Flaming Lips. We hit up McDonald’s as they switched to the morning menu right before our very eyes. It was a magical end to a magical weekend!
Lizzy Morrison, butterfly-winged reveler.
(“‘Lizzy’ like Thin, ‘Morrison’ like Jim”)
1. This boy Christopher I met at Akron/Family last night. [Hugging him] He’s my British ginger.
2. Playing on the playground last night when I was rolling.
3. Making enough money selling pills to stay another day.
4. Having more fun than my ex yesterday, which was his birthday.
5. Staying up until six am and getting locked in that room where everybody was partying last night.
Christopher, Lizzy’s British ginger
Manchester, England but “will be chilling in New York for the next week or so”
1. Partying at six am and getting locked in that room with Lizzy.
4. Dirty Three with Nick Cave on piano
5. Flaming Lips
Dana Janssen, Akron/Family
Drummer who’d been wearing knee socks the whole weekend
2. Oneida’s Ocropolis
3. Seeing the Big Dipper
4. The Shining vibe. It’s like ATP curated by David Lynch.
5. My knee socks. We were just in Portland and our vehicle got broken into and my suitcase was stolen. Fortunately, I happened to be wearing these socks and shorts, so they’ve been doubling as my pants for five days.
Vincent Moon, Filmmaker/cinematographer
All Tomorrow’s Parties, The Takeaway Shows
1. Trying some handstands, which didn’t work, during Animal Collective’s best show ever.
2. Looking at EYE in the middle of the Boredoms show and dropping a tear thinking it is the most beautiful and radical creation I witnessed since I spent a day wandering in Barcelona on the steps of Gaudi.
3. Being screamed in the face for five minutes, while lying on a table outside, by a girl who had all the reasons to be angry with me.
4. Being high for the Flaming Lips show and being smashed by the best first ten minutes of any show on earth. Then thinking why do you play your tricks all at once. Then wanting to go to bed.
5. Thinking the whole weekend that there was so many recording devices on that I would never be able to make a movie about this festival again and that I would have to switch to music finally.
Will Hermes, contributor, Rolling Stone, NPR
Sixteen ATP highlights, as previously published on Facebook
3. A couple thousand Animal Collective fans exploding out of druggy beat-murk into the dazzling pranic light of “Brothersport”
4. Boris dematerializing into dry ice/low-frequency roar during “Feedbacker”
5. Shvitzing in the steam room five minutes before Sufjan Stevens
on Saturday afternoon
6. Nick Cave and a pre-adolescent girl blasting away with toy .45s in the arcade on the Atari “Site 4” console (he was ruthless)
7. Sam Beam’s guitar playing, and of course his lovely voice, during his solo Iron & Wine set
8. That lovely, anonymous girl at the rear lobby piano who played vocal-less piano arrangements of Joanna Newsom songs (plus Arcade Fire’s “Neighborhood #1”)
9. Banh mi hot dogs at the Asia Dog stand
10. Green tea butter cookies at the Asia Dog stand
11. Brownies (various sources)
12. The temperature of the swimming pool: just right
13. Sun Ra veteran Marshall Allen’s solo at the end of the Caribou Vibration Ensemble set
14. Audience creativity w/ a couple hundred laser pointers distributed for the Flaming Lips finale
15. Knowing that, if all else failed on Sunday, one could always drop in on Oneida’s 12-hour jam and reboot
16. Chocolate bobka at Cohen’s Bakery in Ellenville on the drive home
Patrick Allen, a five-year-old Flaming Lips fan
Patrick’s second day of kindergarten was the next morning. (“He’s going to be a little late,” said his dad.)
1. Yesterday and today.
2. The playground ride that squeaked when it went round-and-round.
3. The bug ride on the playground that I ate ice cream on I while I walked.
4. The free ice cream.
5. Seeing the Flaming Lips for the second time. (According to his dad Rick, the Flaming Lips’ Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots was the only thing that could get his infant son to sleep. “I tried Simon and Garfunkel, I tried classical–nothing else worked.” Patrick’s first time was seeing the Flaming Lips at the New York State Fair.)
Gord McCullough, founder of Narwhal Magazine
1. Losing $60 to Steve Albini at the poker table. Everyone else was out, we ended up-going head-to-head, but his pocket of Aces trumped my Jack/seven. Worth it for the story.
2. Boredoms–can’t even describe the experience in words.
4. Jesus Lizard
5. Listening to five-year-old Patrick Allen give his top 5 list.
Mookie Singerman, co-founder Lovepump United Records
1. Taking money from poker master Steve Albini two hands in a row.
2. Black Dice bringing my hangover to a truly terrifying and painful place.
3. Finding a totally trashed hotel room in the basement with a plank of wood leading from the window, two overturned mattresses, and a fossilized human turd on the bathroom floor. (This was the first night and by the looks of the ‘dropping,’ it had been this way for months.)
4. Oneida’s Ocropolis
5. Boredoms nearly bringing me to tears with “Acid Police.”
Holiday Sidewinder, Bridezilla frontwoman
Bridezilla opened the second stage on Saturday.
1. Winning a pool game. I’d never won one before.
2. Dancing with Suicide’s Martin Rev on Saturday night
3. Rubbing David Yow’s chest
4. Being in the lift with Jim Jarmusch
5. Crowd-surfing in that hotel room party on Saturday night.
1. Watching Nick Cave buy Peanut M&M’s from the vending machine.
2. Getting head-butted and aggressively danced with by Ian Svenonius when I tried to interview him.
3. Comparing adorable cat pictures with Todd P, who named his pussies after Asian condiments.
4. Dancing unironically to techno at Bob Mould’s impromptu rave.
5. Seeing Bradford Cox and friends jam out after hours in the piano lounge, campfire singalong style.
Selwig, the John Lennon lookalike selling cupcake-shaped “special” brownies.
When Wayne Coyne noted confusedly that someone threw a cupcake on stage, this is the man responsible.
1. Selling Sun-Ra saxophonist Marshall Allen a pot brownie.
2. The friendly interactions.
3. Finding a bare mattress in the basement of the Raleigh Hotel to sleep-squat on Saturday night.
4. Seeing the Caribou Vibration Ensemble
Courtney Harris, copyeditor, Time.com
1. Boss Hog’s Cristina Martinez, still rocking black leather pants–a model for women “of a certain age”
2. Seeing the black dog–the animal cut-out made by a child that was stolen by ATP revelers, then returned last year–in its rightful place upon entering Kutsher’s.
3. Buying a red leather purse for 20 bucks from the chatty ladies in the gift shop.
4. Eugene Mirman’s joke: Kutsher’s is “where homeless ghosts have their bar mitzvahs.”
5. The Ocropolis, keeping it real, with Crayola-colored signs, shredded sheets and all.
1. Boredoms. Boredoms. Boredoms. Nine drummers, no slouches, the awesome power of rehearsing. Zach Hill maybe dominated, but he also put in the most work. You could see the sweat soak through his entire shirt, then his jeans, and then just drip off the stool like opening the spitvalve to a trombone. And they played “Acid Police”–“the hit” if you can convincingly call anything in the Boredoms catalog a hit. A spiritual rock ‘n’ roll spectacle with very little actual rock ‘n’ roll. Might even get you closer to God than Sufjan.
2. After a solid decade of gorgeous, fluttery electro-fluff (and even a squishy new record), Black Dice do a total switch on their party platform in front of hundreds of people. A grey, ugly, bleak, sucking void like Wolf Eyes plunging a toilet. Oppressively loud. The ceiling started rattling and pouring 30-year-old nightclub dust onto everyone. The stage vibrating so hard to knock out teeth. Disgusting. Maybe they were trying to impress Suicide?
3. Getting kicked in the fucking ear by David Yow. When a 50 year old dude is putting in the most work at an underground music festival, there is something dreadfully wrong with music. Take this to heart, kiddos.
4. Jon Benjamin and Jon Glaser as “The Fuggedabuddies” completely stole the comedy stage from the totally bombed and totally bombing David Cross. Frighteningly underprepared, watching the wheels turn in their head and attempt to stay in character was the tensest piece of improv performed all weekend–countered maybe by the awesome, blissful O)))neida drone jam cooked up around 2pm with help from Zach of Knyfe Hyts.
5. Seeing my 15th Melvins show while completely avoiding having to see Crystal Castles
Abbey Braden, ATP official photographer
The rest of her ATP shots are here.
1. Steve Albini holding court as poker king at the executive card suite. Amazing. Seeing Ice Cream Man sit in on the game? Priceless.
2. Getting kicked in the head by David Yow. There are worse stage diving casualties, plus this one comes with bragging rights. Sort of.
3. Getting to experience Dirty Three live. They’re excruciatingly cool, and not just because Nick Cave happens to be in the band. Some of the best stage banter ever.
4. The family of Kutsher’s country club employees, a true Catskills resort experience. Where else could you stroll through the lobby to the strains of an elderly man covering Patsy Kline or the Batman theme with his keyboard stuck on the ‘Samba’ setting? Also not to be missed: Talking to Justine, who runs the custom cosmetics counter with make up shows daily at ten am and two pm. Plus the ladies in the gift shop are priceless–tie dyed Kutsher’s hoodies, bedazzled baseball caps, hot coffee and conversation.
5. And last but not least, getting onstage with the Flaming Lips dressed as a Yeti. I’m probably gonna sound like that ‘One time, at band camp’ girl for awhile.
Rasheem, security staff
He’d just gotten off-duty on Sunday night at nearly three am and seemed, er, a little giddy.
1. The guy with the hair? What’s his name, Buzzo? What’s that band called? Oh yeah, the Melvins.
2. The alcohol
3. The bacon-and-egg-and-cheese-and-french-fries burrito I had this morning. It was all wrapped together in a tortilla, fries inside, and it was slammin’!
4. The comedy acts Friday night. David Cross was funny as hell, but drunk as shit. I worked his dressing room and dude was drinking everything!
5. The hotel’s vibe.
Kathryn Yu, photographer, Pitchfork
1. Shellac Q&A session: “How many bitches have you fucked?” “None, they’re all been wonderful, beautiful ladies.”
2. Jesus Lizard’s David Yow climbing down from stage on top of me
3. Dirty Three performing Ocean Songs
4. Crystal Castles’ Alice Glass climbing down from stage on top of me
5. Members of Deerhoof and Akron/Family playing ping-pong together, post-Flaming Lips
Jesse Jarnow, freelance writer, WMFU DJ
1. Kid Millions, who woke up early Sunday to organize the Ocropolis (Oneida’s 11-hour collaborative improv/recording session-plus-Mighty- Robot-light-show in Kutsher’s Sportsman Bar), kicked off the jam with Akron/Family, tag-teamed the Flaming Lips’ Stephen Drozd and headed over to hold down a corner of Eye’s latest Boredoms drum piece, Boadrum 9, and–10 minutes after it was done, carried his hi-hat down the hall to the Ocropolis, took a short break, and then drummed for another six or so hours of komische/psych madness. (The Ocropolis was my haven. Somehow, I even managed to nap in there, blissful amid the noise, and woke to see some dude creating a pyre of drums, hanging his clothing from it as he got naked and doused it in beer while some other dude drummed on it and started throwing cymbals around. Hanoi Jane talked them down.) When it was all over, Millions’ Boadrum score was still taped to his kickdrum.
2. A signed poster of Lenny Schultz, The Bionic Chicken. Spotted on the wall at the nearby diner. “Oh, he still comes in here all the time,” the hostess said. In costume? “No, but give him a minute and he’ll start pulling stuff out of his pockets.”
3. Jim Jarmusch still up and partying in the lobby when I left Kutsher’s after three in the morning on Saturday night.
4. The rusty merry-go-round in the playground across the pond, singing like a saw under a clear starry sky, while people reveled across the water. Which later, for some reason, people threw lawn chairs into. Bad form, yo.
5. The totally sweet five-dollar gold-spangled ladies belt I scored at the kitsch shop after realizing I left my own belt at home. It lasted three days, disintegrating during the Flaming Lips’ closing set on Sunday. (“Hit by lasers,” suggests Christopher Weingarten.)
(6. Oh, yeah: The Boredoms. Holy shit.)
Jake Friedman, co-founder Lovepump United Records
1. My best friend won $100 off Steve Albini in poker.
2. I got a text that Melvins were playing in Room 347. I kept looking for Room 374 and by the time I figured out my mistake, I found the correct room hot, musky and empty. I was bummed.
3. When Boredoms started playing “Acid Police,” tears begin to stream down my face, uncontrollably. There I was, watching a little Japanese man command my emotions.
4. Wayne Coyne, dressed in grey with white glasses driving a golf-cart.
5. Nick Cave having a cigarette break and getting into a conversation with an eight-year-old boy.
Mike Powell, Village Voice/SOTC contributor
1. The ice-cream vending machine at Kutsher’s. Please let me explain: Imagine a standard-looking vending machine — big brownish rectangle with a plexiglass pane on its face. Behind the pane is a white chamber. At the bottom of the chamber is what looks like a grocery-store beach cooler. When you make your selection, the mouth of the cooler jerks open, revealing several rows of ice cream. Then, what looks like a cardboard-encased trunk from a vacuum cleaner, attached to the roof of the chamber, moves over your selection and then suctions it up and drops it down a chute where it waits patiently for you. A tremendous waste of energy. It looks as thought it was built in someone’s basement. I marveled at it several times over the weekend in a variety of psycho-chemical and physical states, and it never bored me.
2. Black Dice. No band asked bigger questions of their music this weekend; no band sounded more possessed by the moment; no band sounded more dangerous. Just after their set, the kid next to me said, “I totally just had my DNA rearranged.” About a minute later, he asked me if I had any acid.
3. The food trough. Most people at ATP ate in this makeshift outdoor picnic area covered with translucent plastic. It was stuffy and fragrant and the low ceilings made the whole process of eating feel hurried and inhumane. By Sunday morning, several spots on the ceiling were pregnant with rainwater and started bursting on people while they ate overpriced sausage and egg burritos.
4. Yojiro Tatekawa of the Boredoms being carried through the crowd, sedan-style, while playing the drums. Camera flashes filling room like fireflies on a lakefront. Probably the biggest collective ahhh of the festival.
5. Being able to wander the grounds while on drugs and not feel as though the strangers in attendance were demons or cops. As a resident of New York City, this is a sought-after and remarkable feeling.
Rebecca Smeyne, Village Voice/SOTC photographer
Our gallery of her ATP shots are here.
1. Aesthetic vibe, i.e. the retro-realness of the Kutscher’s décor (and staff)
2. The concept of it being totally permissible to swim, drink, dance on tables, and rent a room (thereby allowing all the other things that happen behind closed doors) in the same building where the Boredoms are playing in the round, the Jesus Lizard is reuniting, Sufjan is performing Seven Swans, Oneida is playing for 12 hours and on and on.
3. The depth and curation of the lineup–by far the highest number of memorable, quality performances I’ve seen at a single festival
4. The soundsystems. I felt like there was a cat sitting on my chest during Black Dice.
5. Tie between running into No Age’s Randy Randall ten times a day and the Banh Mi Dogs in the food court.
David Halstead, Thrill Jockey publicist
Pallbearer for Boredoms’ Yojiro Tatekawa’s spectacular rickshaw-style-drumming entrance, ace table-hockey player.
1. Carrying the drum pedestal for Yojiro during the Boredoms performance. This is something that I will never forget and I was more than honored to have been asked to help. Boredoms never fail to blow my mind!
2. Getting to meet a lot of people that I regularly speak to but never actually get to hang out with. I always leave ATP with new friends and feel very lucky that I get to work with such great people.
3. Watching Chris Weingarten tie his shoe before running off into the crowd and starting the “New Day Rising” mosh pit.
4. Ryan Schreiber’s piano renditions of “Tiny Dancer” and “Girls Just Want To Have Fun.”
5. Air hockey.
Brian Turner, WFMU Music Director
Stationed in the WFMU broadcast booth
1. Guy who ran around for three days yelling “Animal Collective signed my nipple.” Wound up on our bus, at our table, everywhere. When AC played and took a second between songs, he yelled, “Animal Collective signed my nipple.”
2. Interviewed Bradford Cox and made him spew water out his nose all over WFMU console.
Neil Pineschi, Music, Events, Clubs Account Exec, Village Voice
Just drove up for Saturday
1. Brown-shag carpet on the walls of the sterile, ghostly gym we picked up our sponsor credentials.
2. Budweiser tailgate party with orange-haired hesher who was playing death metal version “Boys Don’t Cry” on his boombox.
3. Admiring the black ring around the pool from lobby bar with indie rockers still swimming in it
4. Strange large ripples coming out of black lagoon past midnight while singing “Sussudio.”
6. Drunken Disco dancing in the Oneida Sportsman Bar to end the evening.
Jimmy Ansourian, Music, Events, Clubs Account Exec, Village Voice
1. Autolux drummer, she rocked!
2. Trying to remember if my grandparents brought me here in 1972
3. Wrestling Indy-rock chicks before Boss Hog
4. My first Sober Music Fest, although I consumed a record amount of caffeine
5. Stopping to watch Dazed & Confused silent in the lobby with friends and adding in Matthew McConaughey character dialogue perfectly.
Lyndsey Parker, Yahoo! Music
My roommate at the Raleigh.
1. When the indie kids all started dancing like maniacs to the Casio-playing lounge singer warbling the Dirty Dancing theme “Time Of My Life” in the lobby. Patrick Swayze’s death only two days later made the memory even more poignant.
2. The fireside chat interview with Jon Spencer, conducted by Ian Svenvonius of The Make-Up/Nation Of Ulysses fame, was like something out of the Chris Farley School Of Journalism. (Sample question: “So, you were in Pussy Galore. Let’s talk about that.” Followed by silence.) Yet Ian had an awkwardly endearing Dick Cavett-like charm that somehow made this a better interview than the usual talking-head shtick one might see on MTV or VH1…and I must admit I didn’t at all mind getting to sit on a rug so close to a fireplace-sitting, wine-sipping Jon Spencer, no matter what questions were being asked. The man is a legend and, it should be noted, has not aged a bit.
3. The return of Boss Hog was reason alone to trek up to the Catskills. Why have the only released three full albums, and why has it been nine years since the last one? The rock world so sorely needs a woman like Cristina right now. (Like her husband, she’s still got it, as evidenced by her leather-pants’d ATP performance).
4. Getting to ride in the Flaming Lips’ golf cart with Wayne Coyne for
about 10 minutes. That is something to put on my tombstone.
5. Nick Cave surprise-guested on piano with the Dirty Three, turning them into the Dirty Four; this was the first gig I saw all weekend long, and it set the tone for an amazing ATP experience. Jon Spencer, Wayne Coyne, and Nick Cave, all milling about in one tiny Catskills hotel. Really now, how will ATP 2010 top that?
Kory Grow, associate editor, Revolver Magazine
1. Feeling moldy plaster fall into my hair during Black Dice. Brooklyn’s avant-noise ensemble played so loud, they almost brought down the house–literally. Midway into their four o’clock set on Saturday, my girlfriend Lisa and I were standing in the middle of the main stage’s floor when the trio started hitting the synth bass. It was so loud and forceful, I felt detritus from the decades-old ceiling sprinkle into my hair. Lisa pulled out a chunk that looked at least a half a centimeter in diameter.
2. Watching my Vitamin Water vibrate off the banister during Caribou, since the vibrations from the stage were rattling the banister to the point of moving things on their own, like a hovercraft.
3. Seeing the Dirty Three with Nick Cave. The Dirty Three are one of my favorite bands. A lot of this has to do with their live show, since hirsute, mega-tall violinist (and de facto frontman) Warren Ellis has a penchant for flailing his body around the stage while playing and rattling off Faulkner-like diatribes as song explanations. On the first night, Lisa and I stayed at the front of the stage after the Feelies’ (quite excellent) set performing Crazy Rhythms to watch the Dirty Three prepare for their performance of the album Ocean Songs–and boy was it worth it. Early into soundcheck, they carted out a piano–an unusual instrument for the Australian trio–and along with it a special guest: Nick Cave!
4. The secret dungeon in my room. OK, so according to Wikipedia Kutscher’s is over 100 years old, which accounts for at least the dingy smell of the place. Although it’s inarguably the best place for an event like All Tomorrow’s Parties–kitsch and all–charm goes only so far. But what was really astounding was the architecture in our four-person room. There was a standard bed area (with doors that led into the adjoining rooms and sort of locked). There was a pretty bathroom. And then there was the orange-walled walk-in closet, about two-feet-by-four-feet, that looked like some sort of secret hideaway. One of our roommates said her roommate last year actually had sex in that area in their room. I wonder if it’s since been thoroughly cleaned.
5. Buzz Osborne’s interview with Ian Svenonius. Melvins frontman Buzz Osborne is easily one of the funniest interviews. For his sit-down with former Nation of Ulysses singer Ian Svenonius, which was recorded for the online VBS show Soft Focus, Buzz had some priceless quotes. The one that got the audience roaring was about Paul McCartney. After disagreeing with Svenonius about the relevance of Wings (he’s not a fan), he said something to the effect of, “It must be embarrassing to be his kids. I mean, can’t he afford a wife with all her body parts?” Poor Heather Mills. Poor Paul. Not bad, Buzz.
Tommy G. (“like Warren G.”), dude in a Santa Claus suit
Promoter of the mega-Flaming Lips fan group “Psych Explorations of the Future Heart.”
1. Oneida’s Ocropolis. Steven and Cliph from the Flaming Lips sat in and Cliph doesn’t drum live anymore, so it was totally amazing.
2. Black Moth Super Rainbow’s video introduction, which featured some guy dissing them on YouTube, saying that anyone who likes BMSR must be a douche.
4. Talking with people.
5. Flaming Lips
Marian McLaughlin, a young woman talking with dude in Santa Claus suit
2. Panda Bear
3. Room 814. The Kutsher’s room where the door got jammed and 50 people were stuck in there partying last night.
4. That there’s so many Australians here.
1. Wayne Coyne’s appreciation. When Wayne Coyne spoke between songs during the band’s set he really let his emotions fly. Every time he paused, he thanked someone, and you knew he was genuine as his eyes seemed near tears each time he spoke. After almost two-hours of playing Wayne told everyone he would sit at the front of the stage signing autographs and posing for pictures until the folks from the festival shut them down. I have no idea how long he was there for, but I’m sure a lot of people left happy because of that.
2. The Australians. Whether it were the three Australian bands–The Drones, Dirty Three, or Bridezilla–or the plethora of Aussies up just for the festival, they played the best music, had the best parties, and were generally having the most fun.
3. The Shellac Experience. After watching the band absolutely tear up the main stage on Saturday, I spent late night Saturday/early Sunday morning drinking, smoking, and playing poker with Steve Albini and some of the finest people that work for his studio. It was an absolute blast, but that wasn’t even the end! After waking up around noon on Sunday I headed down to the marsh being used for a baseball field by Bob Weston and played a three-inning baseball game with him and company.
4. No Age and Bob Mould. Hoing into the performance we were all excited to see Bob Mould playing song Husker Du songs but we didn’t realize what we were truly getting. The highlight may have been Bradford Cox joining Bob Mould and No Age for a cover of the Heartbreaker’s “Chinese Rocks.”
5. We Didn’t Get Wet. I sincerely never want to go to a non-ATP again. Unlike every other festival this summer ATP managed to keep us all dry the whole weekend despite light rain falling. The idea of a massive country club for rock bands is such a brilliant idea.