I Left My Trash In San Francisco: An Outsidelands Travel Log


Last weekend marked the fifth annual Outside Lands music festival held in the forested heart of the San Franciscan psyche, Golden Gate Park. The festival is a no-brainer on paper, the setting historic and spacious enough for thousands of dancing feet. But what is really inside Outside Lands? Trash, mostly. Oh, and some music too.

To give something of an overview may not do the festival justice. But then again, after seeing the condition in which this once-pristine scene of all things green was left, I doubt justice will be served this summer in San Francisco.

Day One: It begins with urine.

And not in the designated basins that were supplied. Over the three-day festival it was difficult to find a moment without squatters and standers alike exiting the bushes relieved. I’d be careful to smell the roses, if I were you.

In fact, don’t smell anything, if you can help it. No structure was safe from bodily waste, not even the food trucks.

Today’s musical highpoints were Foo Fighters midday set, a true rock show, Beck’s performance of “Devil’s Haircut”, buttermilk fried chicken sandwiches, and chocolate covered smores.

Day Two: It continues with music.

In this department, Outside Lands has yet to disappoint. Local rockers Metallica mixed with good balancing acts across the board to appeal to a diverse crowd (of litterers).

But amidst the star-studded headliners and co-headliners (Sigur Ros, Big Boi, Passion Pit, and Norah Jones) was one band’s flawless show. A group that received a scary amount of airtime on local radio for the months preceding, but airtime I craved nonetheless: Alabama Shakes.

I was lucky enough to be close to the stage for this one, as the band drew an audience too big for the smaller stage, literally. The fans in the back could neither hear nor see the performance, and for them I feel sorry.

The Shakes were unfazed at the turnout. All front(wo)man Brittany Howard had to say before stomp-rocking the snot out of the defenseless stage was, “My, there are a lot of you.”

While they should have been on the main stage and at a later time, the numbers that managed to pack before the stage drummed up a feeling of demand, a desire for this band and this band alone.

Suffice it to say, they did not let us down. They played tight, but fluid, calculated, but cool. They even surprised the salivating crowd by playing their hit single, “Hold On”, second, and not saving it for last.

And then they were gone, and a long while after so was the crowd. On to the next one they went, but I’m sure they felt the same as I. Nobody was quite as good as the Alabama Shakes.

In other news, more people came out today it seems. I realized what a great improvement Choco-Lands was to the festival, but the path from stages is too dusty with increased foot traffic. Just a heads up, Ranger Dave.

Day Three: It ends with trash.

“Done with your food? Leave it behind” was the motto, unofficially. Or at least that was the consensus: leave the park a preserved forest turned post-apocalyptic wasteland, but with a killer soundtrack.

One would think it was ye olde San Franciscan hippie who tainted the grass on which they sit or even who left the tinfoil from their special brownie behind. But the surprise of the weekend rested in the true culprit, everybody. It was amazing to see an entire crowd of environmentally-conscious city dwellers come together and destroy a park they “hold so dear”, and collectively at that.

People watched, bystanders were silenced, and by the end of the weekend the carnage seemed to resemble more a competition: whose eco-footprint will be the largest?

But it was when the littering turned into a hazard that the situation worsened, as cigarette butts were thrown into areas of concentrated local fauna. We are in a park, people. I haven’t seen collective behavior this detrimental at other festivals, or in the past at Outside Lands.

As an SF native, I leave the festival grounds concerned. Concerned for the park and concerned for the human standard of what is tolerable and what is just plain wrong. And this coming from a person who wouldn’t bother separating the cardboard from the cans come trash day should concern you too.

So hipsters, hippies, parents and whoever else made it out to the grounds this year: the festival thanks you for your business, but mother nature does not.

Moonface – With Siinai: Heartbreaking Bravery album review

If Spencer Krug’s upbeat work with Sunset Rubdown is indicative of his attitude before nightfall, then it seems his joy gets lost in the dark when the moon shows its face.

Most know him as an indie-rock nomad, but K rug plays musical mad scientist on Heartbreaking Bravery, his latest release as Moonface. This time around it was a collaborative effort with former tour mates (via Wolf Parade) and Helsinki natives Siinai.

The amount of experimentation on Bravery cannot be understated. But it works.

The album opens on a high note with its ominous title track. A balanced effort from a myriad of instruments accompanies a voice in Krug that sounds eerily similar to that of Mikel Jollett of The Airborne Toxic Event.

The next two tracks, “Yesterday’s Fire” and “Shitty City” delve even deeper into the channels of the musical cosmos, but only find their way onto a comfortable groove in brief spurts. While it is apparent that a sense of bewilderment was Krug’s intention, a cohesive musical arrangement deserves structure with hooks and a chorus.

“Quickfire, I Tried” is the guiding light on a journey bordering on aimless. The background guitar matches the sweetness in Krug’s poetry (“Quickfire, I have tried to settle down/But am lifted by the sirens in my blood/and they are not done with their song…”), and the whole piece could fit into a climax of any classic 1980s rom-com with perfection.

The second half of Bravery takes a turn with dramatic and forgetful tracks like “Faraway Lightning” and “Teary Eyes and Bloody Lips”.  Any small sense of direction is lost in the remainder of this album, but not enough to cast a shadow over the work in full.

It may be hard to guess what Krug’s next project could sound like, but after now hearing both sides of the spectrum, I trust it to be worthwhile.

The Black Seeds – Dust and Dirt review

Yesterday my perspective changed, if only for the time it takes to listen through an album. Dust and Dirt planted a filter over my views of the natural world; a simple reminder to slow down.

The album serves as the seventh studio release from The Black Seeds, a New Zealand based electro-reggae group and features 14 songs. It was during the first song that I was eased into my organic mental transformation.

I find myself focusing on the sun shown across the blue blanket covering my environment, the wind that the pollen had been using to float into my eyes in recent weeks, and what all of these paved roads and thrift stores could have looked like so many years ago. By the time track one ends, I feel gone, which makes me believe this music is dangerously seductive, a trance so deep it pulls its listener into the reggae rabbit hole from which it came.

“Dust and Dirt”, the album’s second song goes deeper with distant vocals and crash symbols paired with trailing off piano notes. The whole arrangement is reminiscent of back catalogue work from Slightly Stoopid. Pretty soon the songs begin to melt together with repetitive formulas and relentless reggae grooves. The only exception is “The Bend”, a heavy funk jam with a Pink Floyd-esque harmonized chorus, the one track that offers anything different.

The album represents something of a niche genre, a subgroup of contemporary reggae. Whether or not Dust and Dirt demonstrates advancement or neutrality for the Seeds is up for debate, it all depends on what their musical vision may be. If uniformity is their goal, then Seeds have bloomed.

But still it would be more worthwhile if upbeat songs were added to Dust and Dirt. What began as a relaxing journey merely continued on its smooth course to a sleepy town with no promise of spontaneity. While I kept hoping for some pizzazz, it dawned on me: The Black Seeds are a homogenized species.