FYF as a State of Mind

For many considering themselves relevant in the art of music blogging, bro to bro discussion and pressing ‘like’ buttons as a form of communication, Fuck Yeah Fest has only recently streamed through the thousands of psyches that attended. While FYF is essentially a collective of bands pushing through performance glitches and playing good fucking music, individuals coping with rising temperatures and even a few displays of unnecessary physical violence, it has the potential to house an absolute emotional response, certain factors considered.

The notions of  a “music festival” can be agreed, by the general populous, as a gathering; an outlet for a large mass of people to share an experience. This agreement, albeit positive, is inherently flawed. Sure, every thing would be all fine and dandy if we could slap five with every member of the human race because “Wavves may be a dick but he can totally kill it when he wants to.” but the reality is this is not possible. For reality is relative .

Question: How relative is reality?

Answer: Really relative. Like, really, really fucking relative. Sooooo fucking relative.

This is a hard concept to grasp, so I understand if this answer appears shocking to you. Let me show you how, through synchronicity of desirable sanctions in matter and place, one can attain a zen of festival proportions. I shall use Fuck Yeah Fest as my buffer.  Consider this the ideal fest.

I. The Point of Insertion: Time Approximated at 1:53 pm

You must forget everything that you find necessary. You must not be bounded by tickets or sunblock. You must remove yourself from daily rationale. The wave of people and the high heat that occupy this realm are integral to the first step. You must wait, and if necessary, refer to the nearby ice cream truck for occasional grounding.

The water will be limited, so use wisely

During your wait, start tempting your mind with the absolute IMPROBABLE.

This line is futile. In fact, even this being will call, those without tickets shall get in much faster.

Even more so, this line shall prove an exercise in futility, as staff will simply hand you a ticket with no information necessary.

The rift has begun.

II. A Push Beyond Boundaries: Time Approximated at 4:15

You have entered the festival and, without knowing, begun to slip through dimensions. You reconvene with your small collective of like minded brethren. While you witness AA Bondy, they know something is adrift, but what it is they know not.

The mind is clearly coming to a realization, bro.

III. A Seam Unsealed: Time Approximated at 6:30

THINGS ARE DIFFERENT. You are beginning to see. You are no longer bounded by the effects of others and you must prove it. YOU NEED BEER.

*Sailor Jerry's is optional.

This may seem like an insignificant detour, but rest assured this is necessary. This beer will be god’s elixer running through you, a wake up call to your mind’s eye, it’s a god damn golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s factory, the untouchable entity, every 36 spices in Dr. Pepper, it’s your happiness SkyNet, threatening to eradicate any bummer technology. Sure, you’re going to miss Dead Man’s Bones for this, but your mind has expanded beyond the concept of missing or witnessing. In this state Unbroken is the end all, be all because any sound is good if you make it so.

If all of this has been successful, your day should look like this:

Congratulations on incepting yourself the perfect fest. For every future festival, please repeat steps accordingly.

Delorean – Real Love (mp3)

The Rapture – I Need Your Love (mp3)

!!! – The Most Certain Sure (mp3)

Cold Cave – Life Magazine (Delorean Remix) (mp3)


PS: Be safe out there, guys. Always remember to drink an abundance of water, bring your totem, and never faint, despite how tingly Delorean may make you. Also, be aware of your surroundings. If FYF has shown me anything it’s that, at any moment, you can be tackled or severely stomach slapped for dancing/walking/observing.

*Pictures sniped from varying sources, band pics by P-fork, other pics by beautiful individuals.

A No Bummer Summer Soundtrack

It is officially SUMMER. Our favorite season since we were in grade school for it meant no class, no waking up early, driving to the beach in your convertible mustang, an endless beer and margarita diet, and the only important decision you had to make that day was how much sunblock to apply or which taco stand you’d visit for your breakfast burrito. Sadly, as we become adults (ick) Summer isn’t as leisurely as it once was, but we can still capture some of those carefree moments (like on the days we call in sick to work) and this super fun soundtrack will help you do just that.

Enjoy bbz!

No Bummer Summer Twenty Ten

Tame Impala – Alter Ego [playing 6/29 @ Silverlake Lounge. come say hi!]

The Drums – Let’s Go Surfing

Neon Trees – Animal

Broken Social Scene – Texico Bitches [10/19 @ The Wiltern]

Cults – Go Outside [7/22 @ The Bootleg Theater]

Animal Collective – Summertime Clothes

Oberhofer – o0Oo0Oo

Islands – Jogging Gorgeous Summer

Delorean – Stay Close [6/11 @ The Echo]

Hot Chip – One Life Stand

Beach House – Lemonade (Gucci Mane Cover) [9/26 @ The Hollywood Bowl]

The Hood Internet – Ignition (Keep It Remixing Louder) (R. Kelly vs Major Lazer)

Muscles – Ice Cream

Two Door Cinema Club – I Can Talk [11/2 @ The Fonda]

AND just because I know you all listened to this in high school: Taking Back Sunday – You’re So Last Summer

You can download the entire playlist here (you may have to move “Texico Bitches” to it’s rightful spot as track 4, it is the only track that doesn’t seem to be complying with my order)


sidenote: for more exciting summer playlists check out treeswingers!