Yesterday was rough. I didn't see as much music as I could have, but that's because people are gross and it seemed like everywhere I turned The Head and The Heart was playing.
Still better than waking to up to people doing yoga in a field.
Hey Marseilles are the kind of heartfelt and sharp dressed boys who might serenade you from outside your bedroom window. After getting your parents' permission first, of course. Their earnest-without-being-cheesy songs are sweeping and pretty. I appreciated their sincerity amongst the sea of tie-dyed jeans shorts and American flag mini-skirts that are normally right up my alley. I realized my alley has room for a cello player every once and awhile. Like when you really love Doritos and you have a huge bowl of Doritos and your fingers are orange and you kind of have a Dorito headache and suddenly you get offered a sincere cantaloupe. Whoa! That's not what I normally eat! But man does it taste good right now.
Dale Earnhardt Jr Jr is a really funny band name, unfortunately they sounded like every indie song on an Urban Outfitters loop mashed together with some of that Vampire Weekend jingle jangle guitar on top. Chugging drums, boy vocals harmonizing and building into a wall of sound. God it sounded like everything.
That Getty Images lady is still here, and as I type she is yelling "the internet" at her giant laptop. Derek is about the be awarded the Purple Heart for his bravery in writing about / interacting with the Getty Monster yesterday, no less than 17 media tent people have come up to shake his hand in thanks.