The answer was, well, yeah, just not tons of them.
Despite the evangelical efforts of everyone who walked around wearing Who in the hell is Dierks Bentley?
Oh my, was there ever the hoopla!
Congrats, MGMT: you and yourpsychedelic kittenshave officially conquered the hipster childrens hearts.
Okkervil opened with The Presidents Dead, and threw in a great version of John Allyn Smith Sails.
I wanna see your fing hands!
I already got peed on once this summer, and once is enough.
Hold it, whats up?
said Zach, and then he launched into a long, pleading monologue.
Listen up, kindly.
Chill out and take care of each other.
Take 5 or 10 steps back, brothers and sisters, 5 or 10 steps back.
We got enough with this fing war.
Save that s for the streets.
Help the sisters out right here.
Help these sisters come over the top… F, I typed into my BlackBerry.
The show went on: Bombtrack, Know Your Enemy, which lifted hands that throbbed in the lights.
But after the last ALL OF WHICH.
Weve already had a few people hurt, said Zach (praying more here).
5 to 10 steps back.
And holy moments of holy, everybodydid.
Your show was brilliantly energetic and inspiring, and frankly, I think youre damn near heroic.
Ashes in the Fall.
(Some of those that burn crosses/are the same that hold office.)
I just sighed, and ate another piece of bread.
But what about you, PopWatchers?
What was your experience?
Did you make it out alive?
Was it worth it?
Anyone care to weigh in on if and why they are a better live band than Radiohead?
Im off to take in a little Flogging Molly now.
They fascinate me, though.
