road stories II

Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips, out for an evening stroll.

Things are getting progressively blurrier, but I'll construct as need be.

Wednesday night. I thought ahead it was maybe the best night, when looking at the schedule. The only thing that really disappointed was my body's drained state, which got to the point that I had to lay on a bench at the Blender Balcony bar during The Rumble Strips to regain some sense of leg feeling.

Earlier in the night, the New Pornographers impressed a sizable crowd at Stubb's-the largest venue at the festival, safe to say the bar (pictured below) is really cool. A large BBQ restaurant on Red River Ave., it opens up into a massive backyard open air amphitheatre for 2-3000 fans to take in shows. Tall boys of Lone Star beer can be had for 3 bucks, and a close-up vantage point only requiries sneaking along the far side of the yard, right up to the stage.


Stubb's sizeable confines. Excellent sound by the mix booth.

Belle and Sebastian followed the NP's, and I'm sad to say they disappointed me in playing so heavily off the new album, with only some fairly obscure b-sides covering older material (with the notable exception of Jonathan David). The fans were really cute though.

After this I caught my power nap at the Blender bar, and took in an amazing set from You Say Party! We Say Die! who burned through all of their material in 30 minutes, and were politely told by organizers to keep playing. I have to say I was really impressed by their fun intensity. I slipped out a side door, and headed home across the Bat Bridge to my resting place.


YSP!WSD!