Otherwise known as Krazy Fest 2011. First of all, the ideology of keeping things affordable that has graced the previous Krazy events, is apparently dead. The spirit of punk and hardcore only flickered with the presents of very few. The whole thing has been capitolized and sold, which is okay, nothing wrong with appealing to everybody, but when you pay the price, and are still told where to come, where to go, what to do. Well, that's not so much okay.
First day of the fest, my wife wanted to go just to see Against me and Hot water. She didn't want to go saturday and sunday. So, as I had purchased two weekend passes online, I figured I had two free one day passes, right? I mean, I already paid for this shit, in March! So, our drummer really wanted to see 7 Seconds on saturday, and another friend of mine wanted the sunday.
This was flat out denied to me by some prick with baby blue eyes, I forget his name, but he was not a cool guy about this at all. He was a corporate ass monkey. "This rule is too stupid not to break", I thought to myself.
I cut the wrist bands off her and taped them on my friends the other two days. Otherwise, I would have paid for two full day passes for noone. And he came right out and said, "I don't care, I'm not going to refund your money, it has to be the same person every day."
Well, excuse me, pal. But a big fuck you goes out to whoever this guy was, although not just him. The general atittude of some of the staff, as well as some of the "kids" was found to be rather unfriendly/evasive.
What? Lucero is not only closing things out, but playing AFTER Samiam. O yeah, really? Ok.
Krazy Fest, ain't nothing crazy (with a "k") about you anymore, except maybe all the judo/kungfoo coreography and head grabbing. That was pretty.....amusing. I however, have an over-all, good experience with the fest, considering I have been to every one (the very first being by far the best) but as Mr. blue eyed prick said, "that was then, this is now.", I'll try to remember that. I guess we should all just give in. Independence seems to be giving in to an organized religion of another kind.
To top it all off, we where booked to play at the Rudyard Kipling saturday after the show. We get there, haul in our shit, then when our set comes up - we are told - WE CANNOT PLAY, some booking miscommunication. Or was it? I have my doubt.
Anyhow, Louisville, I still love you. But Teen Pregnancy! christ, you can be a dirty fucking whore. And when it comes to music festivals, if it ain't a Squirrel Bait or Gorrilla Biscuits reunion, somethin' like that, I no longer give a FUCK.
This is a rant. Pay no attention, for I guess I don't know shit. Things will get better. Thank you, guys and girls!