Saturday, July 14, 2007

Nostalgia Just Isn't What It Used To Be...

Greg Kot, of your Chicago Tribune, has done a fine job of summing up my underwhelming concert-going experience at the opening night of the Pitchfork Fest with All Tomorrow's Parties:
[Slint] works through its disquieting, meticulously arranged songs with the look of condemned prisoners about to be led to the gallows. Their claustrophobic songs are allergic to sunshine; they’re more suited to a quiet, dimly lit room. ***

[T]he sound mix [for GZA] is poor for those of us farther back. *** [I]t’s reduced to a thump and a bump in Union Park, the backbeat for a party. Except “Liquid Swords” is anything but a party album. It’s creepy, in an utterly nuanced, carefully detailed sort of way. Like “Spiderland,” it sounds best oozing out of headphones in a basement, not booming outdoors over a dodgy sound system. ***

Sonic Youth rolls into “Teen Age Riot,” the first track from its 1988 double-album, “Daydream Nation.” The chords bring a cheer from the crowd, but the sound is muted, and the energy quickly dims. Dissatisfied, frustrated, and ticked off that what I see on stage is not translating through the speakers, I work my way from the north end of the field to the south side, and finally to the side of the stage. This should be much, much louder
Some free advice for future concert promoters:

Bad Sound = Bad Concert

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