|All Photos By Aggie Donkar Unless Noted|
Well y'all -- Hopscotch 5 has officially been laid to rest. The hangovers have subsided, all the hipster and hillbilly gear has been washed, folded and put away for another year. Cleanup crews have swept up truckloads of spent wristbands, glowsticks, airplane bottles and cigarette butts. The old people living at the Sir Walter Apartments can now watch their programs without bass in their face. Normality has returned.
And while many things remain bouncing around in my head post-event, one thought definitely stands out -- I'm getting too old for this shit. Yes, that sentiment trumps Mark Kozelek telling the crowd to "shut the fuck up," How to Dress well basically telling the crowd to shut the fuck up by referencing Mark Kozelek the night before, and even watching my wife, AND friend, completely fall asleep during the final set of the fest.
Lets get to this.
Toon & The Real Laww
Kicking off any festival is a tough proposition, but doing it not only as the first band to the stage, but also the group that takes the stage directly before one of THE seminal hip hop acts, would give even the most seasoned act agita. Luckily - Toon & The Real Laww, from Durham, NC (or Durty Durm if you're nasty) handled their business and even got some of those persnickety old-school-rap-fans moving.
De La Soul
I have a lasting memory of hearing "Me Myself and I" while playing putt putt in Myrtle Beach, SC when I was 10 years old. It's one of those things that remain inexplicably -- but seeing De La Soul perform Thursday night reminded me just how big of a musical influence they were, not only for me as a suburban kid, but also on the rap world at large. The crowd was the perfect example of this -- comprised of everyone from teeny-hipsters to aging old-school-fans that haven't been into anything since Tu-Pac killed Biggie. But that crowd was worked, arms pumped and De La Soul exemplified a group that not only is good at what they do, but still loves doing it.
It ain't no secret -- we love us some Wylie Hunter around the SIC office, so we ducked out of the City Plaza shows a bit early to finally catch Wild Fur in their natural habitat. Glad we did -- their trickle of music we've heard from these guys translated beautifully live. The perfect mix of a synth backbone supporting a southern circulatory system. Really looking forward to hearing what these guys put out next.
|Photo by Dylan Newcity|
Due to the substantial wetness that characterized Thursday night I resolved to spend the majority of the evening holed up in the ever-comfortable Fletcher Opera Theater. After catching the tail end of New Music Raleigh’s featured piece, “Future Shock,” I staked out a primo spot to experience “IIII”, a collaborative performance involving fifteen drummers and two synthesizer players interpreting each of the four seasons musically.
The first six minutes were a bit like the onset of an acid trip -- It began with a long, bellowing synthesizer drone that soon built into an arrhythmic din of cymbal crashes and skittering drums. When all the cacophony finally became too much to bare, the second movement began with a syncopated electronic drum pattern that firmly grounded things and introduced the first of the four primary drummers who would lead the ensemble for each of the seasons. More drummers joined the fray until everyone was grooving together nicely, but then chaos erupted. The beat degenerated into a crashing wave of percussion noise, with each drummer playing as loud and as fast as they possibly could. The resulting air pressure could be felt in your sinuses.
IIII’s exploration of rhythmic dynamism and textural synthesis continued for approximately forty-five minutes, veering into tribal drum circle territory and making more pronounced, melodic use of the impressive synthesizers on hand. While it wasn’t entirely evident to me the order of the seasons as they were performed, the rhythmic and melodic progression from movement to movement was distinctly evocative of the dramatic seasonal changes our landscape undergoes each year. Well done, lads (and lass!)
Another artist we've never been ashamed to proclaim complete and unabashed love for is Steve Marion. Through his main project, Delicate Steve, he put out on of our favorite albums of the decade with Positive Force, then followed that up with his singing side project Saint Rich. And unlike the set we saw Delicate Steve play during Hopscotch 2, Saint Rich mellowed things out and took us slowly into the end of the night. Songs like "Officer" translated extremely well in the setting they were given at Tir Na Nog.
War On Drugs
Unlike the Sun Kil Moon show the night after -- there was no talking to be heard during War on Drugs' set at Lincoln Theatre. But that speaks less to the crowd's attention span and more to the fact that this shit was loud. So loud, in fact, that it made the mix seem a bit off. Not sure if that's how War on Drugs likes it, or if it's the festival change over effect rearing it's ugly head, but unlike apparently most of the bouncing people up front -- I wasn't feeling it. My eardrums were being pummeled in ways they didn't like, and while songs like "Red Eyes" of were of course welcomed, they didn't live up to what were perhaps unrealistic expectations.