Back, from the Free Press Summer Fest, and i'm drained. The wife's drained. Even the dog's drained. So much so, that she threw up on the carpet this morning. And i thought i drank alot. All in all, it was a pretty eventful little festival...and damn hot. The Flaming Lips and Girl Talk put on shows that were fun as hell (even if the Houston crowd was a bit lethargic), Saviours were great, i saw a cool little band called Caddywhompus (who remind me of No Age), I got to see hundreds of white people bobbing their white heads to Bun B and Slim Thug, we got rained on and had to traipse through the mud (for the fourth music festival i've attended in a row), and did i mention i drank alot of beer. Hooray!The mud looked kind of fun at first. There was a big hill that served as a natural amphitheatre, and the mud peeps were using it as a giant slide...until the man shut it all down. And by "the man," i mean the 23 year old kid with big, checkered earrings and the Prince Valiant haircut, and his side muscle, the 5 foot 2 chick. They busted some heads. They busted some heads indeed.
Anyway, if you can handle the Houston summer heat, check this one out. It's a hell of a mix. Indie rock, hip-hop, electronica, heavy metal, and punk rock all at the same park! The hell i say!
Here's some pics.
Some of my festival going buddies and me.
Saviours
Girl Talk (before the fireworks)
A mud reveller
More mud revellers
Slim Thug
The awesome insanity that is The Flaming Lips.
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