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| Looked pretty. Smell? Not so much. |
I went to the massive electronic tour the Identity Festival yesterday. It was, how can I phrase this delicately... a shit show of teenage decadence? That works. I previewed it in the Phoenix, writing "Genre predictions are dumb, but there is one thing absolutely certain in music: rock music is dead, and the era of electronic dominance is finally here." Now that's the type of bold, fearless opinionizing they pay me the medium bucks for.
Talent-wise it was a pretty cool lineup. Just Kaskade, Steve Aoki, Avicii, Booka Shade, Rusko, DJ Shadow, Nero, Crystal Method, Datsik, Data Romance, Holy Ghost!, White Shadow and like twenty others. So every DJ ever. No biggie.
My review comes out in the Boston Globe tomorrow, in which I note, among other things, that at this side stage up here in the wooded area, where Le Castle Vania was playing, "the wood chip dance floor, tree cover, and mosquitos (pretty rare at a night club), not to mention the strikingly youthful crowd all decked out in neon, effected a scene out of DJ summer camp." I went to Boy Scout summer camp, I should point out. DJs hadn't been invented yet I don't think.
The neon get ups like that one pictured above proved to be a popular choice, by the way. "Shirtlessness and fluorescent underwear-clad pole-dancer-in-training costumes abounded. It would have made for some great b-roll for a parental scare-bating special about how the 'kids these days; are out of control; this was literally the most bacchanalian event I've seen here." For realsies. Who lets their kids out in neon pink panties and torn leggings these days? WHERE ARE THEIR PARENTS!? Feel old sometimes. Like when Cobrasnake walked by me, considered it, then didn't take my picture. :/
Whatever, here are some pictures. I was all psyched to take a thousand pictures of how dumb everyone looked, but then I started to feel like a creep, so I dunno, job well done, American youth? Like 50 more images of fucked up teenagers in those silly fluorescent hats and American flags after the jump.
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| American youth in a nut shell. That's a metaphor. Also literal though. |
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| I like the part where you played that one other band's song and focused on the laptop real hard. |
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| Izzzhhh zam innn teh Cryshtall Methodss. /falls down |
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| Without a doubt the least amount of security control I've ever seen at a show here. NO RULEZ! |
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| Feels weird dancing in a parking lot, but chugging a gallon of schnozberry vodka coolers before hand helps. |
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| Weird thing? Even the hard bros at this show were mad chill. FEEL THE LOVE YO. |
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| Yellow hats mandatory. |
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| Just doing they thing out back there. Dance it out. No judgment. |
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| The only thing more ubiquitous than neon yellow was non-neon red white and blue. These colors don't run, but my eyeliner does. |
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| Summoning the power of the dubstep witches here I think. |
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| Anyone else thirsty for some robot ball sweat sugar water? |
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| What do all these kids have in those backpacks? Serious question. |
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| Even the porta-potties dressed in yellow. |
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| Dude, you're acting like such a fucking fairy right now. |
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| Surprising amount of back paint going on. Woh, is that Roger Clemons btw? "Who's Roger Clemons?" - some kid at this show |
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| Yellow head band, yellow hat, pink tank top, yellow tank top, yellow hat, Paul Piece jersey, pink tank top. |
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| Dance like no one is blogging. |
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| Oh look, that's my friend right there. David Day out of Together and Dig Boston. |
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| Here's my other bro, Alex from Together/ |
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| Lot of this type of thing going on. Whatever this type of thing is. |
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| Oh hi Rusko. Here's how you dance to dubstep btw: Pretend you're hailing a cab with one arm, and you're giving a hands-free blow job with your head on the upbeat. |
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| I liked the part where Aoki yelled at us from the front of his stage while his trax were playing from a computer he didn't fuck with much. |
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| Steve Lawler was a highlight actually. Tribal tech and shit. |
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| On the set of Teenage Fucking Wasteland 3. |
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| Now what? |
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7 comments:
looks like there was some pretty awesome brand awareness happening all over the place, bro. really makes me bummed i missed this live commercial.
I think after like 7 hours of heat and $10 bud light cans I finally relented and decided I was gonna go get a Rockstar drink, but then IT WAS TOO LATE. They had packed up.
Also, feels bad having been young before panties and a bra were the scene costume.
It's called a generation gap. It's when you get old but think you're still "with it" :P
how are you not gonna caption the goth dude with all the bracelets?
@anonymous: I know. You don't have to remind me!!
@feels bad, yo: I just couldn't pull the trigger.
Pretty sure "hard bros" is not an accurate caption for a guy wearing a matching bandana and fanny pack.
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