Donnybrook Does Monolith….Twice!!

Written by  //  September 19, 2007  //  It's Alive, The Conservatory  //  19 Comments

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That’s right, kiddos. The second installment of DONNYBROOK’S MONOLITH RUNNING DIARY!!!!!

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y

12:30: Gigantic breakfast at Sunrise Sunset.

Angora: The breakfast is amazing, but we’re kind of feeling eh. We chug coffee and then tailgate and chug screwdrivers and beer. Guido vomits. I weakly hold my PBR, and feel frail on the rocky ground in my high-heeled boots. We crawl into Red Rocks.

Ivyy: We’re tailgating next to some dudes who are writing about Monolith using an old-fashioned typewriter. Freakin’ ludites. Well I’M using pen and paper to take my blog notes, thank you very much. Check Mate, Mr. Typewriter man. Also, one of them is wearing a shirt that says “Fuck Dylan”. I can’t tell if he’s being ironic or if he really honestly doesn’t like Dylan. If it’s the latter, this would put his shirt in “double-back irony” territory, which only the most Advanced Hipster can successfully master.

(this hardcore writing session was captured by www.28deep.com)

2:00: Laylights at the New Belgium stage.

Ivyy: Confession: I never really loved Laylights all that much. I mean, I thought their big draw was that they’re four cute boys in a rock band. But hearing them today on the New Belgium stage, I understand the hype. They’re 4 solid musicians playing competent rock. They write decent music, but perform the hell out of it. Earnest conservatory rock. Every note sounds like it was thought out, debated on, and finally chosen.

Oh and also they’re four cute boys in a rock band. Never underestimate that. I grab an EP and head out.

2:30: Via Audio.

Angora: Crazy people, freaking out, fits of insanity, bossa nova, hilarity, funny faces, R & B, cute girl, weirdness and delight.

Bob Log III:

Ivyy: Bob Log III starts his next song with “Hellooooooooo San Diegoooooooo!!!!!!” Ha! Giggle giggle. I love that.

(this psychotic hillbilly spell was captured by www.28deep.com)

Angora: Bob Log is a twisted hillbilly from the future. He wears a space helmet with a telephone lodged in it. He plays abrasive electric distorted hillbilly music, and he’s quite the spectacle in black shiny spandex with rhinestones.

He has a song called "Boob Scotch" where the theme seems to be quite simple: he passes around an alcoholic beverage and girls literally put their boobs in the drink, and at the end he drinks it and talks about how great it tastes.

Then he introduces a love song. He wants to sing a love song to a special lady….and also another special lady. Two special ladies! But he needs two chick volunteers. Nicole and Fun Jen! sit on both his knees, and he bounces them around while simultaneously playing the kick drum and the guitar and singing. It’s impressive, bouncy, and highly inappropriate.

3:15: Rock room stage, Stranger Lazy.

Ivyy: HEY it’s the dude wearing the Fuck Dylan shirt, he’s the lead singer of Bloomington Indiana band Stranger Lazy! So the shirt WAS worn in true double-back irony fashion!! Well played, sir!

3:30: The Little Ones on the main stage.

Angora: They are on the main stage so they fill their floatey flutey folk music throughout the entire arena. It’s light, happy, like Abba or Swedish pop or Belle and Sebastian. But not too fruity. It’s good. Girls wearing whimsical hats dance around like little flowers. We start to notice the crazed festival fans: people wearing really weird things. Dinosaur costumes. Tiger ears. Full body suits. Bumblebees. Presumably Lips fans.

Ivyy: I just wandered into the Artist tent as if I totally belong there, and it totally worked!!! It’s empty except for one guy, who is probably totally a famous rockstar and if I were actually a music journalist I would know who he was. As it is, I don’t, which leaves me more comfortable to make awkward small talk with him while I’m digging around the cooler for a beer (Donnybrook Writing Academy Rule Number 1- never pay for drinks if there’s a way to get them for free).

4:30: Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos.

Angora: Margot’s energy is slow, alt rocky, chamber poppy, sometimes orchestral and swelling. I give Richard (the lead singer) a hard time. He has an adult contemporary voice, and plus when we stayed in the same house at South Park Music Festival we had to listen to him have sex with some girl. In that adult contemporary voice. And it was awkward.

We walk up the stairs and Laurie takes our photo while Earl Greyhound floats behind us in the picture.

Before Matt and Kim I run into awesome Westword writers Eric Eyl and Cory Casciato.

5:10: Matt and Kim.

Angora: They start and abruptly stop and tweak the fuck out!:

"Hey guys we are Matt and Kim and we’re so excited and how are you, Kim? Can you believe we made it here? I am so excited Ohmygod we were in Vegas, andwetookacarandthecarwaslate, and wetookaplaneandtheplanewaslate, and I got really sick ontheplane and got here and I breathed the air, and now I feel fucking great! Ready, Kim? Let’s go!" The crowd explodes! And they launch into raw kickin drum beat and rough synthesizer and clever lyrics and dancey-dancey hot pink boing boing, yeah yeah, yeah yeah.

(This coked-out moment was captured by www.28deep.com)

They seem like best friends having sugar-fueled fun in their mom’s living room. A skinny hipster boy in a fluorescent green shirt loses his shit on the dance floor in the row ahead of us. He has purple dancing pants!

Someone is pointing their camera back at themselves, instead of at this great band rocking out; presumably they are shooting a live Myspace photo sesh at the Matt and Kim show.

I later see Matt a couple rows behind us during the Flaming Lips, singing along blissfully to "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots."  Those are good kids, Matt and Kim. You could bring them home to Mom and play Atari with them while eating Coco Puffs. Especially on cocaine.

Ivyy: Ok ok I know every blogger at Monolith is gonna talk about how happy Matt & Kim are, and they will all be right. At one point during the set, Matt actually says “I don’t know, Kim, maybe our plane crashed? Because being here, in these mountains, with all these beautiful people, this MUST be heaven!” Smile smile smile. Really, dude? It’s that great? I mean, I’m having fun and all, but c’mon!!!

4:30: Artist’s tent!

Ivyy:  I’m back in the Artist tent chilling with three out of four Laylights (Donnybrook Writing Academy Rule Number 2- Never hang out with normal people if you can hang out with famous people instead). We discuss marriage and rockstardom, New York, and the fact that I’m not an Artist and possibly not even allowed in the Artist tent, and yet here I am drinking the last beer while they look on, thirsty.

5:40: Main stage, Brian Jonestown Massacre.

Ivyy: Is Anton gonna be surly? Yes? If you said yes, you were right.

(this surly tantrum was captured by www.28deep.com)

Angora: No one takes me seriously as I try to get down to the main stage for Brian Jonestown Massacre*. The people who do come are like, "Seriously? You mean you actually want to go all the way down to watch?"

Anton pretty much plays everything himself on the albums, and so there’s this low-fi rawness about it that I love. It’s just not the same live, with other musicians. Plus Anton keeps antagonizing the audience, like, "Yeah, not like YOU give a fuck about anything!" But Joel Gion is back, the tambourine man!

(These incredible sideburns were captured by www.28deep.com)

Jim from cat-a-tac* is determined to inform Joel that he’s going to have Joel’s babies. Or Joel’s going to have his babies. He and his girlfriend pose for pics and try to invoke the air of one pregnant with Joel’s babies. Where are those, 28 Deep? Yo?

Our friend Amanda informs us through a cruel twist of fate she’s had to abandon her underwear and as she put it, she’s now "free-vaggin’ it." Apparently she was using the ladies’ room, and her panties fell on the gross floor, so she’d rather throw them in the trash than get festival herpes. Look, let’s see if we can see anything:

Amanda, Ivyy, Angora, Jim at BJM. www.28deep.com

Back to BJM: Anton keeps going back stage for costume changes that the entire crowd can see. "Whooo, Beyonce!" we cheer. Three costume changes!

When Anton is just over it, he signals to a dude who gets on the mic and says a long cursing sentence in what might be Icelandic, then he grabs the amp and drags it away, tearing the plugs out of the outlets. The show is over.

7:00: Art Brut*. I’m talking music with Western Homes when Art Brut kick up the drums and launch into the greatest art punk rock show of all! I’ve seen them in close quarters, known to tear the shit out of the Hi-Dive, break glass, grab boobies, and generally sing-talk and rock the joint until it’s about to explode. But in an arena, a giant amphitheatre – it’s even better! They have a big, vibrant simple sound condusive to open spaces, and they do cool little montages of their songs, jumping between "Formed a Band" and "Brand New Girlfriend," then they all freeze like statues, then they rock back into existence and the crowd goes wild! Wild! We’re all yelling along: "I’ve seen her naked!! TWICE!! I SAW HER NAKED!! TWICE!!!!"

8:30- Main stage, Spoon SPOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!

(If you don’t know who took this photo, then GET OUT!)

Ivyy: I’m pretty much totally gay for this band, so the next hour for me is happy happy dance dance Spoooooooooooonnnnnnnnn.

9:35: Smoking and spotting Eddie.

Ivyy: On the stairs having a smoke, waiting for The Flaming Lips to come on, Eddie Freakin’ Argos from Art Brut walks right by. Angora, ever the debutante, screams “Eddie!!!!!!!” He looks over at us. I wave and smile. He waves back. At a complete loss, I for some reason yell “Thank you!!!!” He looks rightfully confused and moves on. I feel like Baby in that one scene in Dirty Dancing, “I carried a watermelon?!”

10:00: The Flaming Lips*.

While the Lips are setting up, Wayne Coyne occasionally blasts swirls of curling confetti into the crowd to work us up. I feel like someone has slipped me some uppers. I am actually anxious, feeling like my heart is going to burst. It’s kind of adorable.

When the show starts, dozens of bouncing Santas and Santa-ettes rustle on either side of the stage. The crowd is screaming, they arrange themselves into a little bridge to the crowd; Wayne emerges in his bubble and it’s AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve seen the bubble walk from afar; I’d remembered it being smooth, like Jesus walking on water. Wayne is adorable, like a little toddler or something, rolling around. It looks difficult, walking in that bubble. He falls down a lot, he rolls, but maybe he’s just sayin’ hi to the crowd. Maybe Red Rocks isn’t the best place for a bubble walk?

Hundreds of giant green balloons cascade down from the top of the arena. The night sky is filled with explosions of confetti, balloons, and fingers outstretched.

The Lips are experimental, but they know how to work it. They give us the pop stuff, the "Free Radicals," pretty early on. Seeing it live, with all the explosions, is something I’ll never forget.

Wayne stops to talk and his giant face is distorted onto an LCD screen, like he’s from the future or something. He gives us wisdom, makes us sing. You know when you’re going to a Lips show it’s going to be a little touchy-feely. A little hippie. Like the end of "When the Grinch Stole Christmas." I can’t help but feel a little sappy, misty-eyed almost, since it’s the end of the fest and I need sleep.

But my favorite Lips songs are the rockin’ ones. Like "W.A.N.D." When they play "W.A.N.D." I lose my shit. The entire festival is a blur and I’m screaming and jumping up and down like someone is dying right next to me. It doesn’t matter that people around me are discussing Tylenol and sitting down. I am a dancing idiot.

The night wraps up and everyone is feeling ill, quite frankly. We go home. I wish I could say we rested up the next day…but, dear readers, instead, we wrote this story for you.

Ivyy:

BREAKDOWN

Days: 2

Consumed at the festival:

3 Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches

2 oz. Dry roasted almonds

9 beers

4 vitamin waters

4 oz. Raspberry vodka

1 Macadamia White Chocolate Cookie

Times up and down the Red Rocks stairs: 12

Bands seen: 22

Awkward semi-drunken conversation with people whose names I didn’t remember: 3

Awkward semi-drunken conversation with people who I at one time or another had a crush on, whose names I don’t remember: 45

Smashing good times, I say.

GOODNIGHT, DENVER!!!

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19 Comments on "Donnybrook Does Monolith….Twice!!"

  1. Col. Hector Bravado September 19, 2007 at 9:53 am · Reply

    Gals:
    Thanks for taking good notes. When I went to Coachella a few years back, the year of the Pixies reunion, when the heat and dust were overwhelming, and there were like 90,000 people there and only one two-lane road in and out and my friend Hawk lost his car keys two songs into Radiohead and I thought “This is it for me and festivals. I just don’t enjoy this shit anymore.”
    But I sure enjoyed these posts.

  2. Col. Hector Bravado September 19, 2007 at 10:00 am · Reply

    Also: these photographs are fantastic. Big ups.

  3. Special Occasion Bobby September 19, 2007 at 10:49 am · Reply

    What a day. There was a bit of a lull between Bob Log and Matt and Kim. Not that Margot and the Little Ones were bad. It’s just that Matt and Kim were so fucking awesome. Wow!!
    I also have to shout out Via Audio. I know barely anybody saw them and I’m sorry you missed out. They were the best new thing at the festival. Maybe next year they could be on the New Belgium stage.

  4. nina September 19, 2007 at 11:27 am · Reply

    So at first I thought Danny and I were in the same boat with col. hector, but now I’m totally jealous. next time I might just trade in the zoo for monolith festivities.

  5. Angora September 19, 2007 at 2:00 pm · Reply

    Col: I was at that Coachella! We all almost died. I enjoyed that Pixies show while literally being attacked by a giant swarm of bees.

    It’s difficult being a music fan. But Monolith wasn’t at all like others…you should go next year. If you’re tired, you can just….go home. Or go into the air conditioned visitor’s center. I’m telling you, I’m totally gay for Monolith.

  6. Angora September 19, 2007 at 2:01 pm · Reply

    and Nina, we missed you and D!

  7. Admiral MacGillicutty September 19, 2007 at 2:06 pm · Reply

    Thanks for taking notes! I considered live blogging the event but then thought, Fuck That! Drinks and Rock and Roll!
    One correction, Matt said it was like they died and went to show heaven…His fantasy, not ours. But it was a beautiful event nonetheless (may I suggest escalators next year?)

  8. meow September 19, 2007 at 2:07 pm · Reply

    NINA, you just gave me a grrrreeeat idea. (i said that like the tiger from frosted flakes, by the way.)

    maybe, and bear with me (haha. youll get it…), maybe we do monolith AT the zoo!

    think about it. no more climbin those stairs. pre-built ‘stages’… or ‘enclosures’. they already have railings in place, and infastructure for food and drink.
    and they have those nifty hidden tunnels, so the talent doesnt have to mix in with the ‘general population’.

    i see this being a good idea.

  9. Special Occasion Bobby September 19, 2007 at 2:20 pm · Reply

    Monolith at the zoo. All the shitty bands (not that there were any, wink, wink) will get tossed in the lion pen.

  10. Angora September 19, 2007 at 3:52 pm · Reply

    Wayne Coyne can come out riding a gigantic Rhino!

  11. Toastface Killah September 19, 2007 at 5:41 pm · Reply

    Doesn’t Wayne Coyne already do that?

  12. copesounds September 19, 2007 at 7:09 pm · Reply

    Ivyy, you’re brazen abuse of the Artist tent inspired me to try it, too. It totally worked, but you got the last beer (EVIL!) so I had to settle for some really good coffee, a blueberry muffin and a pseudo-interview with two fine folks from De Novo Dahl (who were fucking awesome people, by the way). Thanks a bajillion, even if you do hate me.

    BTW, I don’t blame you for hating me. Lots of fine, fine people hate me. If it weren’t so common, it would be a mark of distinction.

  13. Ivyy September 19, 2007 at 9:10 pm · Reply

    Wait, did I miss something? Do I hate you? Should I hate you? Is this because we’re not myspace friends? I KNEW myspace was the devil!

  14. Western Homes September 21, 2007 at 2:06 pm · Reply

    The layout guy hasn’t gotten finished with the massive (6,000-word) story on Monolith I submitted for NATN, so until then you should all enjoy Khurrum’s photos because they are excellent:

    http://www.pbase.com/blind_sublime/monolith

  15. Eryc September 21, 2007 at 3:56 pm · Reply

    thanks for the shout-out, Angora. it was a pleasure to see you and Ivyy as well. i had no idea the amazing feats of hipsterdom of which you’re capable. kudos! perhaps one day you’ll be hip enough to start the Elitist Luddite Snob blog.

  16. The Bartender September 23, 2007 at 3:48 pm · Reply

    Wll done. Wish I could have been there. Drink a pabst and grow a mustache for me Donnybrookies!

  17. Mr. Typewriter Man September 29, 2007 at 4:13 pm · Reply

    I’d have to say that picture of me typing away is by far the best picture I’ve seen yet from Monolith. ha! So weird, because we overheard you guys having a serious blog conversation, must have been intense. Typing’s the way to go, by the way. And the Fuck Bob Dylan shirt is meant to be very ironic. We actually really dig mr. dylan’s music. Anyway, thanks for the fun read. Monolith was the shit. Stranger Lazy (.net).. check check it out. – peace!

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