Thursday, 05 October 2006
a passion? Mine’s music. Whatever yours is, imagine the near-ultimate.
Cloud 9. Nirvana. Hall of Fame All-Star Weekend. All you could ask for.
As good as it gets.
I’m tempted to stick one of those labels on the Austin City Limits Music Festival
I attended last month. Three days, eight stages, 130 bands. Everyone
from Ben Harper to Van Morrison, Flaming Lips to Willie Nelson,
Matisyahu to Raconteurs to Nickel Creek, Thievery Corporation to
Deadboy & the Elephantmen, Explosions in the Sky to Asleep at the
Wheel to TV on the Radio, Ween to Los Lobos. I should have been
ecstatic. I think I would have been, if I hadn’t been so exhausted. And
hot. And exhausted from being hot.