Stormy weekend

The music festival has started at the ballfield. It's about ten minutes' walk away, but the sound is like... like a live band encased in a plastic dome playing at full amplification about fifty feet from the house. It had a kind of fuzzed-out Pixies quality earlier. Now it sounds sort of like 80s retro rock.

I attended this music festival for one day some years ago and I had a terrific time, so obviously I've never been back, because who seeks happiness? Not me.

The festival tends to have quite a good and various lineup of pop and pop-adjacent acts, but I recognized very little of the list this year, so I haven't bought tickets to anything. I'm going to be helping to stain inlandsea's deck tomorrow, and this is festival enough for me.

This band, the band currently playing in a pit lined with faux fur in the middle of the front garden, is apparently called July Talk. I do not think I have heard of them. According to Wikipedia, they have a "reputation for explosive live shows."

Agree.

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ETA: I should say I don't dislike the sound, though its not being optional is an odd feeling.