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pasture
Congratulations to the people at 23 Productions and the Aspen Land Cooperative for making the Pasture Music Festival and Jubilee come off so well. It was a really wonderful weekend, great music in a lovely environment. Part of what made the weekend work so well can perhaps be summed up by a chance comment that I overheard someone making: "I'm not sure how many spectators there are... it mainly seems to be bands playing for bands." I'm always happy to be at the festival which is mainly bands playing for bands, in the same way I'm happy when I'm at the readings that are mainly poets reading for poets—it gives me that wonderful feeling of being at the place where Something Is Happening (the opposite of that feeling that Life Is Elsewhere).
Some highlights: the Blithe Sons, performing in a corrugated drainage culvert Jack Rose, continuing to master the language of the fingerpicked acoustic guitar Christina Madonia (formerly Carter), gazing into the abyss—her solo versions of Charalambides songs (forced due to the fact that Charalambides is now dispersed across two continents) are maybe the loneliest music in the world the anthropological high weirdness of the Matt Valentine and Erika Elder Medicine Show Loren Chasse, performing an animistic sonic ritual in his secret identity Of Surprise of the festival: the Skaters, a band completely new to me, wrenching bad acid noise weirdness out of some black vent in the cosmos Pelt, just, well, being Pelt falling asleep in my tent to the sounds of a gentle drone by the Virgin Eye Blood Brothers rolling over the Wisconsin hills sitting by the edge of a swimming hole in the dusk and listening to the massed hypnotic chirp of hundreds of frogs
Good times! |
Thursday, July 22, 2004
1:43 PM
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