We spend our lives rereading and rewatching and relistening and relearning. We eat the same things over and over. We end up loving people who remind us of other people. We perform these rituals, this spacetime origami, because the basic fact of our n-dimensional existence is this: Most things can be recalled and some things can be revisited but precious little can be relived.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975)
Kindergarten Cop (1990)
The River Wild (1994)
Stand By Me (1986)
The Ring (2002)
Short Circuit (1986)
The Postman (1997)
The Shining (1980)
And let’s not forget the Brendan Frasier/Harrison Ford/Keri Russell masterpiece currently on the way. I had to walk through those film crews way too many times on my way to work. That movie had better be worth it…
Wow, Goonies, Kindergarden Cop and Short Circuit?! That is a tri-fecta of movie awesomness there!
So, as you all know, I spent last weekend camping out in the gorgeous, sweltering, music-cradling Gorge up in Washington. Despite one close call with heat stroke, carrying my pack for 5 miles in flip flops, and tearing my foot open on broken glass…I had just about the best time of my entire life. And I really don’t know how to describe it.
It was an entire weekend of complete strangers living together, sharing and bonding. My tent was right next to a couple from Idaho, a clan from Canada, and a bunch of very intoxicated recent high school grads. When I woke up in the morning, they offered me coffee, and beer, and card games despite the fact that all I could give them in return were really gross yogurt-containing granola bars.
And the concert itself…was just astounding. The main stage backed directly up to the river and the carved rock cliffs. Aside from the 20,000 person venue, there was nothing around for miles. Some people dressed in penguin costumes, most were on some kind of mind-altering substance, and everyone was just incredibly happy. It was almost like joining some “too good to be true” cult in the middle of the desert. It didn’t matter if we had to wear the same pair of clothes for 3 days or sleep on hillsides - it was still perfect.
And the music? Oh my god it was amazing. TV on the radio, NIN, Ra Ra Riot, and Devotchka were my personal favorites, but the festival made some great choices when it came to the bands.
Is it next year yet?
Despite everyone’s praise of them, I just can’t get into TV on the Radio. But I’m super excited to see you liked Syracuse’s own Ra Ra Riot and Devotchka who I played the shit out of when I first heard one of their songs. It wasn’t easy either, it was like 6 minutes long! Did you get to see the Decemberists? I like them, but I’m not sure how they’d translate to a live performance…