ACL Day 3...Getting tired

Day 3:

Sunday started off with lots of rain, and you would think that would make the day nice and cool, but you'd be wrong. Most of the day was spent walking around in a sauna, trying not to scare people with your own smell. We missed The Black Angels which sucks and The Stills (meh). Caught a few minutes of Husky Rescue and realized why there is a sight devoted to their demise, and heard the last half of Sam Roberts set which really rocked my balls.

KT Tunstall was hip, but her music's not really my bag. Same goes for Damian Marley, although i did get a sudden craving for weed. Jose Gonzalez played beautifully, and i can't wait to see him in a more intimate setting. We should totally get him to play my living room. The accoustics are fantastic.

Next came the 1-2-3 punch i was waiting for, and is the reason i came to this festival in the first place. Motherfuckin' Ween has made me a Weener for life. I think it's funny how a song that i hated when i was in highschool ("Voodoo Lady") can completely blow me away12 years later in concert. And the lady with the moustache next to me added to a perfect setting. Regretably, i had to skip The New Pornographers to get to the other side of the park for Flaming Lips. Everything about their set was perfect. Santas and martians dancing on the stage. Captain America, Superman, Thor, and more manning the cannons that shot confetti into the crowd. Wayne Coyne in his plastic bubble. The Austin sunset at our backs. Sing-a-longs. And kick ass music. This show was what the festival was all about. God bless you Lips.

Then, things got ugly. We severely underestimated the heavy influx of Tom Petty fans heading our way to make camp. We also didn't realize that they all had chairs...and they all decided to block the way out at the same fucking time. After my elation from the Lips set, i became a leering, grumpy, cursing monster. But all those stuped motherfuckers who blocked the way moving from the stage made me that way. Lock a fucking feral animal in a cage, i began to push chairs, people, and whatever else got in my way. Jenn went so far as to throw a chair. I was very proud. Fucking chairies.

Finally, we got to catch a little bit of Muse's set. They kicked me right in the nuts like they did when i saw them last year. The fucking pipes on that kid. Anyway, they had to call it quits early due to the impending weather, and the fact that everyone in the park seemed to want to suck Tom Petty's dick. I didn't, so we left. The downpour began on the drive home.

And that was ACL 2006.

Here are some links:
http://www.samrobertsband.com/web/news/index.php
http://myspace.com/samrobertsband (get some free downloads here)
http://myspace.com/ghostlandobservatory
http://www.explosionsinthesky.com
http://www.theblackangels.com
http://www.jose-gonzalez.com
And finally...
http://www.ween.com/chocodog/ween