Showing posts with label virgin festival. Show all posts
Showing posts with label virgin festival. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Festival Season: Many Thanks, Sir Richard Branson


Reflecting on the past few months, I’d say that this summer’s predominant themes were a) bi-polar weather and b) music festivals. This last weekend honoured both, sealing the season with the much-anticipated Virgin Festival and a pleasantly sporadic alternation of rain, toe-numbing cold and scorching heat. Whatever, at least it wasn’t Gustav.

While I must say my opinion of this festival is slightly biased by my attendance at the glorious Lollapalooza in August, I’ll try to highlight my best and worst V-Fest moments as fairly as possible.

Highlights:

The Kooks: I love these Brit boys, and their show was as amazing as I expected it to be. In the middle of the set, lead singer Luke Pritchard ordered everyone around (audience and band members alike) to take a seat, and the performance continued like pre-school story time.

The Pigeon Detectives: I had never even heard of these guys, but I was told that they were worth seeing. Dressed in matching leather jackets, this new-wave ensemble put on an effing brilliant show. Mostly, I was mesmerized by the frontman’s ability to throw his mic and other miscellaneous objects way up in the air and catch them effortlessly, in spite of his wildly apparent inebriation. Oh, and they sound pretty good, too.

Drunken Dave Grohl: Despite the fact that I haven’t cared about the Foo Fighters since high school, I was highly entertained by how hilarious this man is. A solo take on Everlong had me swooning, but it was the triangle solo that stole the show.

Bathroom line-ups: Did I just have excellent timing, or were these nonexistent? Maybe everyone was in line for funnel cakes (see below)... While the obligatory porta-potties were still available, V-Fest also boasted REAL washrooms, a rarity at festivals.

Low points:

Food line-ups: When the security is as lax as these guys got by mid-afternoon, you know that a lot of people will have the munchies by evening time. And a 45-minute line-up for funnel cake is NOT cool. The variety of food was fantastic, but a greater number of concession stands would have been nice.

Special effects: While most of the setups were pretty low-brow, there seemed to be an overzealous use of smoke machines. I just want to state that this effect -in broad daylight- is probably one of the most useless things I’ve ever seen. Far from creating the ‘mysterious’ effect they were prooobably going for, it just looked like the tech guys had been hot-boxing the backstage area.

Paul Weller: Dude, you’re kind of old. And what the hell is with that haircut??

Overall though, amazing weekend of fantastic music. Honorable mention to The Constantines, The Weakerthans and MGMT, who were some of the only performers from whom I was not distracted by the slew of stupid text messages scrolling along the stage-side video screens (wedding proposals and Chuck Norris jokes??)

And yes, I missed the Oasis incident trying to sneak out early.

The Kooks - Naïve
The Pigeon Detectives - Keep On Your Dress

Monday, September 08, 2008

Festival Season: Noel Gallagher Gettin' Pushed Around at V-Fest

Everyone who goes to an Oasis gig does so hoping, secretly or otherwise, that the Gallagher brothers cause some shit worthy enough that their mere attendance in the crowd warrants the "yeah, i was there" bragging rights to those who missed out. Sunday night was exactly one of those gigs.  Except this time, the troublesome kin were simple victims rather than perpetrators.  
Oasis was slated to close out the final day of Toronto's version of Virgin Festival in front of a crowd of 25,000 strong.  Everything was going legitimately according to plan, as Liam primadonna'ed his through hits (and misses) from their extensive catalogue (with 1997's Be Here Now being a noteable exception).  At about the half way point of the set, just as the band began ramping up to the peak of the title track to 1995's gigantic (What's the Story) Morning Glory?, Noel got blindsided by an errant fan(?) who managed to make his way through tight backstage security and threw what will stand to be the most famous bodycheck of his lifetime, sending the iconic guitarist flying forward into the monitors, reportedly cracking ribs.
Security pounced before the guy could make his way toward Liam, wrestling him to the ground and dragging him off stage, as Liam attempted feebly to avenge his brother's levelling with a couple faux-punches before following the horde off-stage.
As Noel got to his feet, him and the rest of the band headed for the wings as well, assumedly to kick the snot out of new enemy #1.  What happened back stage will remain a mystery, but the band did resurface roughly 10 minutes later to finish off what turned out to be a shortened, encoreless performance, which wrapped up with their signature cover of the Beatles' I Am the Walrus
Yeah, I was there.
For those who weren't, you've got backpackdave08 of Youtube fame to thank:



keep it locked for full V-Fest coverage coming up later today.


- bbbykmbrly.