Following our Pitchfork Jarvis Cocker lovefest, I’ve been scouring the interwebs for Jarvis media and have to say that one of the best things I’ve come upon is the video for “Don’t Let Him Waste Your Time,” from his solo album Jarvis.
You may want to watch the video before making the jump. A spoiler lies yonder. (Continued)
As if the last night of Pitchfork Music Festival wasn’t enough to sate my need for live music, I decided to catch North Carolina’s Bowerbirds at Schubas after leaving Union Park after Cut Copy’s four-song, festival-closing performance (and by far the best four-song only performance I’ve experienced).
Bowerbirds are quite a change of tone and volume from Cut Copy, but after a tiring weekend full of blasting loudspeakers, it was nice to end things on softer, more acoustic notes. I’ve been a fan of this band for some time now, but the live performance made my love for the band grow even stronger. (Continued)
Sunday at Pitchfork. The Post-Rockist recollects….
1:00 p.m. Times New Viking (C)
Todd: Every time I play TNV’s Rip It Off for someone, I always hear the same complaint: “It’s too loud for my ears. They’re signed to Matador, why can’t they take advantage of more modern production techniques and add flutes and piccolos and dance beats to make it easier to listen to? I’m going to go read the AARP newsletter now.” Guess what? The way they sound on the record is exactly how they sound live. The Viking kids put on a really fun, noisy show with lots of references to being teenagers and doing drugs. Two of the greatest joys of youth.
The best part: when the drummer/vocalist brought his vocal mic directly into contact with the cymbal he was banging to create a fantastic racket on the loudspeakers. The sound guy rushed out because he thought something had fallen only to be shrugged off like the chump that he was. (Continued)
Jarvis Cocker
Hi kids,
Todd and Scotter here. As some of you know, we’re based in St. Louis and Detroit respectively, but we made our first collective concert outing last weekend at the Pitchfork Music Festival. Like usual with these kinds of things, we’re a little behind the other blogs, but what we lack in timing we make up in making things up.
Here’s our report on Saturday’s festivities (many pretty pictures following the jump): (Continued)
Hello My Babys,
Scotter here. Well, the Pitchfork Muzak Festivale has come and gone and Todd and I are working feverishly (kind of) on a re-cap (sort of) of this past weekend’s events. We’ll have fotos and werds up shortly, but in the meantime, here’s a selection of pics of the big screen monitors the good folks at P4K provided when the sold-out crowd had the brazen audacity to keep us from getting the the front row to see our favorite bands from mere yards away. In the words of Stephanie Tanner, “How rude!” (Continued)
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Thanks for clicking onto the site. We’re currently out of the office (read: aren’t at work blogging at our jobs when we could be doing the actual work we get paid for) (j/k if my boss is reading this. LOL). The Post-Rockist is at Pitchfork Music Festival.
Sadly, we’ll be commuting Friday night, so we’ll miss Mission of Burma, Sebadoh, and Public Enemy, but we’ll have our usual half-assed coverage for Saturday and Sunday, with pics and stories about whatever trouble we got into and updates on the bands and the fans. (Continued)