So I'm finally back to feeling at least semi-functional. I had a lot of trouble catching up on my sleep and I have a pretty bad case of Sasquatch sickness. I am amazed by the stories on here about their experience at Sasquatch this year, and I just want to share a little bit of what I have been thinking about lately.
I've always had a relationship with music, but it surprises me how much it has changed over my life. I started going to concerts all of the time when I was around 18 and I always left satisfied and happy. I knew there were songs I liked and didn't like but I didn't understand why. I would get tired of artists and genres very easily. Then I went through my crazy Muse phase, and built a collection of their discography and then later sold most of it to fund a trip to follow them on tour to 5 shows in California. After that trip my relationship changed with them when I lost all of my friends I had made through the band. I felt very lost and didn't know what to listen to if I wasn't looking up weird and rare Muse demos. I decided to try to go to Coachella, but it didn't work out and I found Sasquatch instead (thanks to my weird lurker friend, Alligator boy).
I used the Sasquatch lineup to start researching new music, and I was really happy to have a new group of message board friends that seemed interested in meeting up. I had no idea what going to Sasquatch would actually do to me. I think I saw 5 artists that I had planned to see and spent the rest of the weekend trying new things like passing out on the hill for hours. What I really didn't expect was the feeling of community, safety, love and acceptance that the festival provided me with. I didn't know anyone there but never once did I feel out of place, even when I was alone. After that, my life became about this community and music. I have so much respect and love for everyone that I met through here and Sasquatch and I wanted to be part of it. I still didn't fully understand what role music had in all of it, but I loved reading all of the posts about new band and people's relationships and experiences with music and I wanted all of that so badly.
During and after Sasquatch 2012, I knew that the people here would be people that I would know for the rest of my life and the best friends I have ever had. It's all been said before, but this really is an amazing group of people and I always feel lucky to be a part of it. It was that year that I think we all realized that, and couldn't wait till next Sasquatch to see each other. Dr. Garbanzostravaganza and all of the following adventures were really what shaped the emotional relationship that I have with music now. After that weekend, something changed in the way that I listened to music. I could go deeper in to the songs and it felt like I could feel the music moving around in my brain. I understand more about what exactly makes me enjoy a song and appreciate every part of it if I listen enough times.
The point of all of this, is that music transports me to a place where I am with all of you in the greatest place on earth. It gives me that same feeling of love and acceptance and safety. The connections between music and my friends are so strong that almost everything on my iPod reminds me of a friend or a moment with a group of friends or even something I read on here. It's hard to explain how I felt today when I put on Vampire Weekend and I was right back with everyone not just at that show, but over the whole weekend and all at once. I had the best year this year because it was the first where I have felt really connected to the music as well as all of the people. Besides being really sick and tired, I'm still left with a glow instead of a sadness this year because I know that it's just getting better.
I'm sorry for rambling on, but I've always had trouble finding the right words, and when I found them, I had to get them out.
Post by Horned Fuckin' Gramma on Jun 4, 2013 11:37:51 GMT -5
Anyway, that was the best Sasquatch ever. Obviously. Sigur Ros was easily the best set I've ever seen at the Gorge. We had roughly a football field's worth of space in the campground. I watched the river breathe with Goldbeard during Bloc Party and we smashed around like gorillas in the mist on Monday night (and well into Tuesday morning). Iyad put money in my mouth with his mouth.
I spent half an hour wandering around trying to buy a Beachwood Sparks t-shirt, and there just weren't any at the merch stands. Then I was one of probably fifty people who turned out to watch them play. It had rained all day and as soon as they started their first song the air was filled with golden light. During Beachwood's last song, a woman came out and started throwing t-shirts into the crowd. I was climbing all over people trying to get my hands on one, but I just wasn't quick enough. When the woman was getting ready to the throw the very last one, I made eye contact with her and silently pleaded with her to give it to me. She pointed at me, mouthed the word 'YOU', and threw it right at me. Some dude behind me snatched it out of the air over my head, but I got two fingers hooked on it. He was like, 'She made eye contact with me, bro', and I said, 'I will give you all of the money in my wallet for this t-shirt. Please.'
Dude let it go. He was surprised that it meant something to me, I think. Now it's my favorite t-shirt. Afterwards I watched Ariel Pink with the dudes from Beachwood Sparks and told them how long I'd waited to see them play. Their reaction made it seem like I had made their drive up from Los Angeles worth it.