The first Soulful Filling review just popped up on the intertubes, and it’s pretty fabulous. Many thanks to Scott for writing it.
There was hippies, rain, and celebratory doings, then all the sudden it was election time and awww YEAH Obama!!!, but those silly bigots passed prop 8, still, the streets of SF were whipped into a frenzy while my bed lured me home, and mmmm, its nice to be home. The next morning it was time to pick up the pieces, dust off my trusty devil horns, and get ready for some ROCK! After work, that is.
The boyz (Hizzie HANS fresh off rocking his 11 day old girl!!!! (aww yeah inner parenthesis stylin!!! Mad congrads to the H2 crew!!!), DaveSG, big SteveB, and Bryguy) got our rock on at the Grand. It was remarked that it resembled a high school gym, which was deemed most appropriate for the show – a triple shot of Power Glove, Turisas, and Dragonforce. The sound was so fucking horrible, it could have been a gym. Bad enough that antics were crucial for a band’s ability to awake my inner rock daemon.
Power Glove – metal covers of Nintendo songs. They were, in fact, freaking awesome.
Then out of the space time continuum came Turasis. Or possibly Finland. They pretty much KICKED MY ASS. Nordic shanty metal. Eight piece band, fully ready to battle, complete with fiddle and accordion. It my opinion, they stole the show.
And then Dragonforce. This time I was sadly not forcefully ejected from the building into the stratospheric ecstasy of glam speed glory pie simply because the sound was freaking terrible. It came out as a muddy and somewhat destructive blur. And after two other bands, I lost interest somewhere in the middle of their set. Too bad, since they kicked so much ass the last time I saw them. I still think they should write the music for the next version of contra or mega man though.
Last year we derived that nature + jambands = good times. Actually, we learned that nature + jambands + a cabin = good times. We attempted to verify our findings by revisiting our favorite festival, Las Tortugas, bringing a few friends (Joe, Rachel, and Dave motherfucking Patry) along for the ride. There was some rain and coldness, fantastic music late into the night, and simply exemplary times.
The great majority of the attendee’s are totally hardcore camping in these conditions. And the word definitely got out – this year had far greater attendance. The festival producers (Blue Turtle Seduction puts this thing on) made improvements on layout and food options. The space got pretty trashed what with the rain and hippies though. We are far from hardcore, and we collectively treasured our cabin. Repeatedly.
There were 27 bands at this tiny festival. It maxes out at 1000, and I don’t think they ever sold out – but I’m sure the weather impacted sales. Hands down my favorite band was On the One. They freaking KILLED it on Friday night. Their Saturday set was no slouch either. They just need to write some more songs. For a good time, ask Rachel to sing one of their tunes.
It was awesome to catch three general fuzz collaborators in different bands: Sean Lehe is still bringing the heat in Izabella, Anthony Rogers-Wright with his furious bass to Underground Orchestra, and Dan Lebowitz is Dan Lebowitz.
Halloween was rife with excellent covers. I was surprised by how riled up I got with some choice Black Sabbath and Blue Oyster Cult covers from Guitarmeggedon. Not one, but two Daft Punk songs from On the One and Underground Orchestra. Everyone was firing on all cylinders. Too much fun overall, really. I’m struggling to form words right now.
We peered out at Yosemite valley mostly through the car windows. Otherwise, the rain would get us. That frightened me. Stina still took some nice shots though.
Having now spent 70odd hours in close proximity to DP, I now talk like him and swear a lot more. Stina is thrilled. He taught me that leaving your glasses behind is going “eye commando”, which made blurry vision infinitely more fun.