New York Times: “Animal Collective played a set of well-practiced, neatly arranged freaking out, using electronic sound samples, processed guitar and lots of wild, elastic, almost ecstatic singing: working under the afternoon’s dry heat, the band seemed to be expelling demons and worked against the coziness and knowingness of the crowd, the I’ll-blog-about-you-blogging-about-me energy.”
Because, of course, when you’re in the middle of the desert dancing your ass off to groovy tunes with an unreliable cell phone, blogging is the first of your concerns.
(via Black Market Kidneys)
I think you’re being too hard on Ratliff. I don’t know if he’s even being that derogatory toward blogs with that joke. I think he’s just trying to give his readers some idea of the demographic that attends Coachella.
In fact, I think it’s a pretty good observation. I’ve been to these shows and there’s a lot of flashing digital cameras and camera phones and scribbling down of setlists and sightseeing. For a band to try and snap a lot of these overly self-conscious recorders into The Moment is an accomplishment worth noting.
these are the times to remember
they will not last forever