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Bumbershoot 2005, Day 1:
First act of the festival, EMP Skychurch: some outfit called the "Gruff Mummies" from Bainbridge Island, WA. I've been there once, I think, and these people didn't make me at all eager to revisit the scene of crimes past-- shitkicker music mixed with pop, imho. The next act we saw was a kind of BBVD-ish band, but fronted by a woman, with more of a folksy, blues-ish feel. Still danceable, though.
That was the last non-mainstage act we saw yesterday. The Bumbershoot way of doing things had us waiting in line at 2:45 PM for a show that started at 6:15. Hell of a long wait, but worth it, because...
... Act 1: The Donnas. Never saw them live before, but they are AWESOME. I don't mean this to disparage them in any way, because they totally deserve to headline, but they are great openers. So much energy! Their frontwoman did a really great job of engaging the audience. The lead singer, especially, was dancing around and working her stuff so much that she actually broke the microphone stand. Plus, their second to last song was "Take It Off", which is my very very favorite of theirs and so damn perfect for grinding. I was in heaven.
Act 2: some jokers called the New York Dolls, fronted by some dude who looked like the love child of Mick Jagger and Iggy Pop on the morning after a really wild party. The debauchery practically dripped off him like his sweat... an effect not at all mitigated by the fully-illustrated Hindu prayer manual he had set up on a music stand next to him (... man, I don't know). Music was typical Stones-Bowie cock rock with delusions of indie grandeur, and I was SO BORED. The fact that their fans were moshing like LBC frat whores a few rows behind us didn't help matters.
Thankfully, they eventually left, clearing the way for Garbage. I... was FIFTEEN FEET FROM SHIRLEY MANSON, people. It was a fucking religious EPIPHANY, even though La Manson is startin' to look a bit like a young Maggie Smith, imho. It's kind of a weird effect, but I can go with it, especially when her stage show was so damn intense that the crowd-surfers got even wilder than they had been before, if that was even possible.
Just as an aside? I don't get crowd surfing, especially for women. Given the class of guy all around us, and the generally Dionysian character of such events, I'd personally be afraid of molestation and loss of garments no matter my sex. I mean, sure, more than a few of 'em were so trashed I doubt they would've cared either way, but most of them seemed pretty sober. At least the security guards were good about catching them before they cracked their skulls open and punting them toward the exit.
Anyway: 45 minutes of live Garbage. I was in heaven, even though they didn't play "Parade", which I think is my favorite of their songs. It was totally worth the nearly eight-hour wait. Front row, baby! There are few women (or men) I'd have suffered through that for, but it was so completely worth it.
That was the last non-mainstage act we saw yesterday. The Bumbershoot way of doing things had us waiting in line at 2:45 PM for a show that started at 6:15. Hell of a long wait, but worth it, because...
... Act 1: The Donnas. Never saw them live before, but they are AWESOME. I don't mean this to disparage them in any way, because they totally deserve to headline, but they are great openers. So much energy! Their frontwoman did a really great job of engaging the audience. The lead singer, especially, was dancing around and working her stuff so much that she actually broke the microphone stand. Plus, their second to last song was "Take It Off", which is my very very favorite of theirs and so damn perfect for grinding. I was in heaven.
Act 2: some jokers called the New York Dolls, fronted by some dude who looked like the love child of Mick Jagger and Iggy Pop on the morning after a really wild party. The debauchery practically dripped off him like his sweat... an effect not at all mitigated by the fully-illustrated Hindu prayer manual he had set up on a music stand next to him (... man, I don't know). Music was typical Stones-Bowie cock rock with delusions of indie grandeur, and I was SO BORED. The fact that their fans were moshing like LBC frat whores a few rows behind us didn't help matters.
Thankfully, they eventually left, clearing the way for Garbage. I... was FIFTEEN FEET FROM SHIRLEY MANSON, people. It was a fucking religious EPIPHANY, even though La Manson is startin' to look a bit like a young Maggie Smith, imho. It's kind of a weird effect, but I can go with it, especially when her stage show was so damn intense that the crowd-surfers got even wilder than they had been before, if that was even possible.
Just as an aside? I don't get crowd surfing, especially for women. Given the class of guy all around us, and the generally Dionysian character of such events, I'd personally be afraid of molestation and loss of garments no matter my sex. I mean, sure, more than a few of 'em were so trashed I doubt they would've cared either way, but most of them seemed pretty sober. At least the security guards were good about catching them before they cracked their skulls open and punting them toward the exit.
Anyway: 45 minutes of live Garbage. I was in heaven, even though they didn't play "Parade", which I think is my favorite of their songs. It was totally worth the nearly eight-hour wait. Front row, baby! There are few women (or men) I'd have suffered through that for, but it was so completely worth it.