Tuesday, July 06, 2010
"Well, I heard they throw up, so I really wanted to see them."
This is an honest-to-pete (whoever pete is) quote from the Punk, recently returned from an annual music festival where thousands of people and hundreds of bands camp together for a week, happily blowing their own ears off with sound while they race in mass circles and play something called buck-buck.
I don't go to this festival.
Spike goes. He's played there the last few years, and he loves it. Crowds, kids, costumes, camping, and concerts - it's his idea of heaven, I suspect. (Although heaven wouldn't sunburn his red-headed pale-skinned physicality.) For Spike and I, heaven is an odd combination of quiet piano jazz, and loud hard rock screaming. With roller coasters. And a completely intact ozone layer.
Spike and the Punk travelled separately, but they saw each other there. Coincidentally, although they travelled separately, I was the first person each of them saw on their respective returns. Both, when I asked "how was it?" immediately started babbling and laughing about this band, who apparently throw up (or cause others to) as part of the show. Thus the aforementioned matter of fact quote.
If you're like me, wishing you were cool, knowing you probably aren't, and wondering WHAT THE HECK THAT IS ABOUT ... click here. Or here. Or talk to Spike. He knows things I don't.
And if you decide to go to Cornerstone next year - say hi to Spike and the Punk.
Because I'm really not going.