We’re through the looking glass – on the good side. Day Two is buffered at both ends, forming a temporary autonomous zone whose participants abandon property (I wake tumbling from my neighbours’ tent, raising no questions but only smiles on both sides) and identity (everyone else knew to dress up). Though there’s still only one stage, things are less […]
A flock of youths gather around the artificial campfire and check their iPhones anxiously. “Oh, god, there he is!” a girl gasps, pointing upwards at the cliff over their heads. The audience swoons collectively as the guitar hero of the hour appears, hair streaming behind him, jangly Bowie chords descending like heavenly light from above… […]
Man, what a crazy goddamned year. Not the music, the music was great.
By Scott Creney I’ve always liked Ty Segall. Never loved him. Never felt my heartbeat increase when he played, never felt my hands shake when he sang, never felt an emotion when I heard his music.
My immediate reaction was The Three Bs: Boring. Blokey. Beards. But it’s not that simple.