The piece I did on the always impressive MusicfestNW is up over at Tiny Mix Tapes. Though I didn't make a point to see some of the fest's many oldsters (Butthole Surfers, Archers of Loaf), I did witness some pretty spectacular sets from the new guard. Some (Ume) killed outright; others (EMA) seemed on the verge of greatness but were charmingly flawed. Great lineup this year, and though Iron and Wine confused the fuck out of me (and everyone), I was glad to see folks like Sam Beam venturing outside their comfort zones in favor of some next level ish.
My generation is truly lost. Most people feel isolated some time or another, but in our case, everyone seems to feel this way all the time. What do any of us have in common, besides the internet and the sickly persistent desire to always be connected? But to what? And to whom?
The MusicfestNW 2011 lineup boasted anachronistic names like Archers of Loaf, Butthole Surfers, and Sebadoh. Now, before we get too far, I should note that I didn't see most of these bands. They don't interest me much now. If it were 1994 or 1989 or whenever, I'd be all about it. But it's 2011, and these are not our artists, as much as we want to think they are. Never before has a generation so lustily consumed the culture of its forebears. It's one big memory daydream, like our whole society's turned into one big nostalgia pit ready to open up and swallow it all.
So it was with a warrior's countenance that I approached MFNW, with the constant nagging mental backdrop of time, time, time...
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