by luna_virgo on 24 May 2011 09:15
Festival review:
There weren’t any bands playing Friday that I really cared about seeing, so I just wandered around, to check out where the stages were and listen to whatever caught my ears. STS9 was pretty good. I’d never even heard of them before, but their crowd was happy and bouncy, and it put me in a good mood. So I was off to a good start.
Then I saw Friday’s headliner, Widespread Panic. I’ve never been a fan, but my friends who are fans have told me that I should see them live to really appreciate them. So I finally did. God help me, I haven’t seen so many white-boy dreadlocks and smelled so much skunky weed since the early 90’s. Took me right back to college. But they weren’t bad. There was one song with a lot of tribal-sounding drums that was really good.
On Saturday, I made sure to get there early enough to get a good spot near the stage for Primus. As I was walking the long sandy distance across the beach from the bathrooms and beer tents to their stage, I heard a voice from the stage behind me that sounded familiar. I thought, “Damn, that guy sounds a lot like Dave Grohl”. But the Foo Fighters weren’t playing until 8:45, and I was focused on Primus, so I trudged on. And I was rewarded by an amazing hour and a half set by Les Claypool and company, who kept the audience jumping even in the blazing sun. It’s got to be hard to mosh in sand, but this crowd managed just fine. But even the moshing wasn’t too aggressive. People were happy and laid-back all weekend, just having a good time. I guess it was the beach atmosphere.
Next on my agenda was Motorhead. They played at the same time as the Flaming Lips, so their crowd was smaller. I was glad, because I got to be at the front of the stage again. They were a little more sedate than I would have liked, but they are getting pretty old. Lemmy is not that exciting to watch or photograph, he pretty much just stands in one spot. But when they ripped into Ace of Spades, the crowd went nuts, and I was headbanging along with them. I really am a metalhead at heart, and it was freaking awesome.
But I had to leave Motorhead’s set early to have time to stand in the bathroom line again and get to the Foo Fighters’ stage. I got there just before they started, and it took me several songs to get through the crowd, close enough for good photos. They were incredible. I think the only show I’ve seen that was better was Jane’s Addiction in 1990. So, best show I’ve seen in 20 years. Dave said onstage that it was the most fun he’d ever had at a festival, and then proceeded to describe his day: swam in the ocean, drank 6 Coronas, and then the festival people called and asked if they could fill in for Cee-Lo, who was late. So they did. That WAS Dave’s voice I heard earlier. I could have seen them twice, if I’d heeded my ears instead of the schedule. But then I wouldn’t have seen Primus. Hard to say which would have been better, but I’m still kicking myself. Then Dave finished describing his day by saying “and then I went back to the hotel and ate a fucking lobster”.
Taylor said that his family used to go to Gulf Shores for vacation when he was a kid, and Dave said they would be coming back to Hangout. They were obviously happy to be there, and it showed. High energy show from beginning to end. They played for two and a half hours, with no encore, “we’re just gonna play until they tell us to leave”. And they did. Fantastic.
So there was no way Sunday could have topped that, but it was still pretty good. I had planned to see Ween and The Black Keys before finishing up with Paul Simon, but I got there late and there was no way I was fighting through the crowd for Ween. I underestimated the size of the crowd and the time it would take to get to the stage, on the far side of the beach (my whole lower body is sore from walking back and forth through the sand all weekend). But I met up with some friends and we got food and sat on the beach listening to Michael Franti & Spearhead from a distance, then got in place for Paul Simon with plenty of time to spare. He didn’t disappoint us. He played a lot of songs from his new album, and old favorites as well. For his first encore he did Sound of Silence alone, without his band, followed by a full-band version of Kodachrome. Those two songs were worth the ticket price themselves. Beautiful. I was surprised at how many young people in the audience were singing along with his old songs. I thought it would be just us old farts who knew Slip Slidin’ Away and the rest. He finished with Still Crazy After All These Years. Perfect ending.
Photos are coming soon.
So who wants to join me down here next year?
The One Who Drove From Birmingham