Pretty sure your hands weren't working because I was gripping them tighter and tighter as the waves of sound and emotion and lights and heartbeats and time and colour and auras and everything in the world were washing over me. Sorry about that!
No need to apologize -- it's not like I wasn't gripping your thigh like the throttle of the most softest motorcycle on all of Sigur Ros planet.
Post by Horned Gramma on Jun 4, 2013 11:54:24 GMT -5
It's worth mentioning that we spent three days in Seattle in the Nadine/Burrito/Fig household after the festival, and then Burrito and his little brother spent half a week at our place in Portland after that. They were here until late afternoon yesterday. What with Akron/Family before the fest and Weensday and then Mice Parade after, Sasquatch lasted about two weeks this year.
Post by Horned Gramma on Jun 4, 2013 11:45:56 GMT -5
Only one person asked me for corn chips during Sigur Ros, and I couldn't hear him and also my hands weren't working and neither were my legs or my lungs or my sphincter. I saw some incredible shit this year, but something must have been up with that moon because I only had a passing interest in Sigur Ros and they blew Primus -- one of my favorite bands since I was fourteen years old -- straight out of the water.
Post by Horned 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.
Post by Horned Gramma on May 31, 2013 16:03:07 GMT -5
I'm back, fuckers! Best Sasquatch ever!
Still so much putting-back-together of the real world to do; full report later. Just wanted to say to Darth that I'm sorry for running you off as soon as Beachwood Sparks started their soundcheck. We still had a solid twenty minutes to shoot the shit -- which I would have gladly done because you are one solid dude -- but my mind was so chuned to finally seeing the Sparks fly that as soon as those goofy bastards came onstage I was sure that they were firing up the machine. Thanks for coming over to see me; that was the icing on the cake of what was one of my favorite moments of the entire weekend.
Hope I wasn't too weird. I was pretty fucking weird at that particular moment. I'd just been Death Gripped and all that.