4:30 Kimya Dawson is on the main stage and much
like The Cave Singers, which preceded her, her acoustic sound is
being swallowed by the massiveness of the outdoors. Truthfully, her
kid songs really do nothing for me, so I wasn’t surprised that her
live set had the same effect. I understand she is a local artist
and I get that she had some songs on the soundtrack to Juno, but
come on, she shouldn’t be on the main stage.
Her singing was ridiculously off key (she sounded like a
neutered puppy yelping crossed with Bjork) and her songs, while
appropriate I suppose for an all-ages crowd, are pretty bad too.
And apparently I’m not the only person who thinks so. Below is an
excerpt of a conversation I had with a fellow music critic from a
major publication (which shall remain nameless) in the beer garden
after Dawson’s set.
Nameless critic: “What did you think of Kimya Dawson?”
Me: “Well …”
Nameless critic: “She’s awful!”
So there you have it, one nameless critic and me agree that
Kimya Dawson is really nothing that special.
5:00 My friend and I decided to check out The
Builders and the Butchers inside of Neumos. Apparently these
PDX guys have been getting quite a bit of buzz lately (although it
can’t be that much buzz considering I hadn’t heard of them until
Saturday). Neumos was pretty crowded so I couldn’t see much, but
from what I recall there were five band members, one playing a
mandolin, two drummers and a couple of guitar players. They played
mostly acoustic and their sound was sort of like backwoodsy
campfire rock. They would fit perfectly opening for My Morning
Jacket, or even Fleet Foxes.
5:45 Speaking of Fleet Foxes, the Seattle band
with the biggest buzz at the moment are taking the main stage. As I
mentioned a little while back, I was probably the last local music
critic to buy their excellent self-titled record, but once I gave
it a listen I was 100 percent sold.
The weather was terrific, the setting outstanding (outdoors in
Capitol Hill, one of the cultural centers of the city) and the
band’s music was perfect combination of serenity and beauty for a
Saturday afternoon. Plus, unlike Kimya Dawson and The Cave
Singers, the acoustic beauty and blissful four-part harmonies
floated through the sky uninterrupted by the trappings of the
outdoors. I was a little, ahem, lubricated, during Fleet Foxes set
(in preparation for The Hold Steady), so I don’t remember exactly
what songs the band performed but I am pretty sure I heard “Oliver
James” and “White Winter Hymnal” during their set.