Leeds Festival (Saturday)
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August 30th, 2009 – by: sarahelaine
On Saturday, the M62 was open. But the car park was even further from the Arena, so we probably didn't arrive that much sooner! This is a departure for me at gigs and festivals - I normaly make a point of arriving early enough to see the bands I haven't heard of. But I fairly often go alone, and don't normally have to come in from Manchester so there we go. We caught the very tail end of the View who were very pleasant. Pleasant probably isn't a compliment to a band, but it's true.
Considerably more wandering about ensued, and then we watched comedians for a while, including Brendan Burns.
More mooching about, and the tail end of Vampire Weekend. They were ... OK, I'm sorry. They were very pleasant. What is it with modern music that so many bands are pleasant? It's like Fleet Foxes - who weren't playing - are pleasant Niceness ensues. Pleasantness occurs. Where is the edginess? The fuzzy guitars?
Or at bare minimum, the mad, mad stage persona?
Oh. There it is. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs came on, and I fell in love with music again. For a start, they looked like they were having the most fun in teh world. Karen O danced about like she was just over the moon to be there, and her drummer was officially The Smiliest Man Ever. Which all sounds like more Pleasantness, and might be, if the music wasn't so much better than anything that had preceeded it.
Somehow, and I don't know how, we ended up right up near the front for Radiohead. Now, that said, I could still mostly see people's backs. I have not been much of a Radiohead fan of late, but live, I am re-coverted. Even the weird bleepy stuff sounds incredible live. Thom Yorke, long The Most Serious Man in Music, was relaxed and funny, which surprised both of us a little, but the music was just incredible.
Except for the Complete Tits behind me. he Complete TIts were drunk out of their stupid skulls, trying mosh - which is a tricky job to slow Radiohead songs - and shouting "Thom Yorke!" every so often. They were smashed. There is no way on earth that they can possibly remember seeing the band. Which puzzles me. To spend the weekend at LEeds is hundreds of pounds. To get that drunk/ drugged rakes time. They spent hundreds of pounds to stand in a field and get rained on and see amazing bands who they were never, ever going to remember.
Yes, I did. It was funny.
Once they had finished, we walked back to the car. It took - and I am not exagerating - one and a quarter hours to get back to the car. ANd an hour to drive home.
And the next day, we had to get up to drive to Edinburgh...
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