
I don't know if "killing it" usually is a bad thing. What I really mean is that Beck was stellar tonight at Austin City Limits, Day 2. I was excited to see him beforehand, having heard about how great he is live, and being a pretty big fan of most of his work.
I spent Friday lollygagging and getting a massive sunburn, missing David Byrne, one of the only artists I was really psyched about seeing this year. I was sleepy, I was tired, I felt damn near defeated. Saw M. Ward, Jenny Lewis, and a host of artists I would have been thrilled to see live a year ago. This year, the feeling was more of a "meh."
But being about five people from the front at the direct center of the stage as Beck played was amazing. Even if I did get kicked in the head a couple of times by the unruly crowd surfers, and the people around me smelled a little like ass.
Beck and his band (including that lady guitar player I'd totally go gay for) put on an incredible show, with a great setlist: started with a rather rousing, straight-forward version of mega-hit "Loser," and from there went through most of his catalog with his best songs -- "E-Pro," "Que Onda Guero," "Girl," "Devil's Haircut," "Lost Cause," among many, many others, and his new songs (which I hadn't given much of a listen to, but I'm about to go replay the shit out of "Gamma Ray").
Anyway, I feel like I've been pretty disenchanted by the whole "indie rock" scene as of late. It's all started to sound the same to me, which made it hard to sustain writing this blog regularly. But it's nice to be reminded of how truly great some of the canonical indie rock heroes really are.
People I'll be psyched about seeing tomorrow: Band of Horses (yeah, fuck you, haters: I believe their sound is pretty suited to this kind of outdoor venue, just like MMJ last year); the Raconteurs (though I'll probably miss it, given that it's all the way across the park); Against Me!; maybe even the Foo Fighters. And, my favorite band of Austinites, the Octopus Project.







