Children of the Box

wearing:  purple and white plad sleep pants, pink tank top
eating:  nothing
listening to:  'Alright' by Pilate - a new favorite, I'll post the lyrics later

Alright, now for the highlights of my super duper weekend --

Wait, I just noticed how dirty my keyboard is... be right back!

-- Okay now you can see all the letters - that's marginally better!

...Anyways!  Firstly I'd like to point out how much more smashing a music festival is when you don't let your mother decide what acts you're going to see.  You could go to a rockin' party like The Unicorns, or, you could sit in a folding wooden chair on the grass watching an unkempt sort of woman in what closely resembles a potato sac chant "Bless the Earth, Bless the sky" to the beat of a drum for the better part of forty-five minutes.
The best acts, or the most rockin' of the parties shal I so boldly say, were Pilate, Metric, The Golden Dogs, The Unicorns, and The Arrogant Worms - though I had to miss half their performance as well as The Arcade Fire on account of serving the good folks over in hell's kitchen. (Oh what's that, I'm sorry - I meant The Stage Left Café.)

Now relish in the rare phenomenon of me providing an explanation for the title of my blog.
It was The Arrogant Worm's performance and they were singing the song about rocks and trees, when a small legion of box-clad children meandered into the twelve-and-under mosh pit that was going on at the front of the stage - "When packaging goes wrong!".  One of the regular children began curiously tapping one of the boxes, and an Arrogant Worm remarked: "They really like it when you hit them on the head."  At once, the children turned, and a barrage of slapping and poking fell upon the boxes, who scattered and ran for their lives throughout a wildly amused crowd.  They didn't make it very far before they were taken down by their hunters, tackled as if in slow motion!  "I smell a lawsuit!"  The rest of the set was dotted with clever little 'box' remarks ("Box and trees-- I meant rocks and trees") and I believe a number of people then asked for the boxes' autographs.

Volunteering wasn't the most fun I've had in my life, though they gave me  an ominously large, sharp kinfe and I got to cut things like a madwoman, and one of my co-workers was smoking hot.  ...Didn't object to brushing up against him in close-quarters! ;-) tee hee.  Oh, life's cheap thrills.  So, even though I was given food that I couldn't identify and made to serve something I don't even like for two straight hours, I didn't mind the backstage access and the mingling with Hillside royalty. 

The only performance I went to that I didn't care for was a troupe of fat white men in their late forties going by the politically incorrect name of 'Blackie and the Rodeo Kings'.  The matching red and black cowboy suits were too tacky, the egos were too big, the hair was too gray, and the music was too... bad -  Overall they were like the embodiment of a migraine.

The most memerable performance for me was Pilate.  Prior to the festival, to me, Pilate meant two minutes of your everyday black and white trying-to-be-deep rock video before I changed the channel to something a little less repetitive.  Their live performance was unmatched by anything at the festival - it was flawless.  Though there were several other young ladies declairing their, uh, lust for the dark and handsome lead singer while they clung to their slightly less amused boyfriends,  I found the lead guitarist more pleasing to watch.  He put the most energy into the set while delivering a fair dose of eye candy. ;-)  The music flowed beautifully, and then they played their last song which turned out to be my most favorite.  So everybody go and download 'Alright' by Pilate right now - or don't be a stingy little sucker like me and go buy the CD.

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Alright
by Pilate

And tonight I lack the strength to even move
You walked, and watched me die
But I know this is harder for you
For love has let you down
Yeah come on

And the road ahead is lined with broken dreams
So walk, walk on by
And I fail to give you everything you need
For the fear's behind your eyes

And I can feel you
Not alright
I'm not alright

When I can heal you
Not alright
I'm not alright
I'm not alright

And I can feel you
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm not alright

Jesus as you throw me on the rocks
For love, I left your side
For I believed in love and beauty's walls
Where heaven shines from your eyes

And I can feel you
I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm not alright

And so tell me that it wasn't all for not
Such a waste now, you're such a waste now come on
Cause I know you're scared, but baby don't you hide
It's such a waste
But stand along now, you'll make it somehow
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xoxo