20th
The Very Best feat. Ezra Koenig - Warm Heart of Africa
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Wow. The mood of this song is in stark contrast to the mood of what I was just writing over at Thoughts. That’s life.
So I didn’t go to Pitchfork yesterday. I don’t know if I mentioned that, and I’m not wasting precious writing time to check. Missing these guys turns out to be my biggest regret. But I guess not that much — they were on the B stage.
It’s weird. I’m sure everybody had flocked to the Flaming Lips, and rightfully so: they’re an absurdly amazing Festival-style band. They can rock a crowd no matter how close to or far from the action you are. With Wayne’s hamster ball, confetti cannons, cute girls dancing in short-skirt alien, Santa Claus, and other costumes… well, you get the picture. But you really don’t. Just… go see them.
Anyway, if I’d have been there, I wish these guys would have been on the A stage instead. That way, I would have been able to listen to them while staring at what I like to call “the Joshua Tree of Union Park”. There was this beautiful tree, lit perfectly, against a stark backdrop of dark trees. Old-looking, tall, and leafy. It stood out majestically in the park at night.
I spent most of The National’s set looking at that tree, and would have loved to do the same during The Very Best.