We arrived, set up our tent, and rushed to make it down to the festival area. We were caught in the (inevitable) festival line to get into the venue itself. Finally, we made it past the ticket takers, lugging our bag stuffed with sunscreen, hoodies, sandwiches, a blanket and everything else we would need for a twelve hour day of music.
We ran and caught most of The Blow’s set on the smaller of the two side stages. The first artist ended up being the biggest surprise of the festival.
The Blow started as a solo project of Khaela Maricich, and became a duo w/ Jona Bechtolt (also known as YACHT) for the 2006 release Paper Television. Khaela was on stage giving the vocals. I couldn’t see Jona, but assume he was in the back laying down the blips, beats and tunes that make up the rest of The Blow’s music.
When I listen to Paper Television, or The Blow’s earlier release, Poor Aim: Love Songs, I like the music, but I’m not knocked down. With Khaela on stage, it was a whole different experience. Between songs, she was relaxed, chatting with the crowd. She would tell a little story like:
(rough paraphrase) “I was thinking that it is so hard to find songs that addressed sexism and the gross inequity in pay between men and women. And why doesn’t someone write about it? After all, women have such inherent worth, it’s like women are just sitting on a pile of gold.” Then she would half speak, half sing into the opening track off Paper Television - “Pile of Gold.”
During songs, she was all over the stage, full of energy, jerky dancing. She explained that she has only written one real love song and played the crowd favorite, “Parantheses.”
The crowd was larger than I expected. Everyone knew every word. With her energy, stage presence and the great beats, I’m confident that if her show had happened later in the day, it would have turned into a fierce dance party. Instead, her early time slot meant that everyone was just settling into the festival feel, still a little awkward and unsure.
She closed with “True Affection.” The crowd was definitely hoping for a few more songs, but the strict festival time schedule rules all. So she wrapped up singing “Just because it’s real doesn’t mean it’s gonna work… You were out of my league, at a distance that I didn’t want to see. I wanted you nearer,” and waving goodbye.
Myspace: The Blow
(travis)