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Just got back from the Velvet Perineum, and boy, are my arms tired . . . from raising can after can of ice cold, refreshing Pabst Blue Ribbon to my pie hole. Eeyowch! Nobody's safe here tonight!
Like past incarnations of the Horizontal Action Blackout, this year's festival—the first since 2006—offered a diverse party platter of wild sounds for discerning hedonists young and old.
Perhaps the biggest difference between Blackouts past and this year's version was the preponderance of shutterbugs snap-snap-snappin' away on their cameras anytime someone onstage scratched his nutz, readjusted her bra, or started dancing like a maniac. There were so many citizen journalists with camera phones (to say nothing of the profesh Jim Marshall wannabes, who you never see bogarting the front of the stage at rock 'n' roll shows like these when they aren't part of a well-promoted two-day festival), you'd think this was the overthrow of the Mubarak regime. The knowledge that your antics could get you on the World Wide Web via the cell-phone video of a total stranger surely had at least a slight inhibiting effect on outwardly debauched behavior. It makes me think that in the near future, there may very well be camera-phone bans at events like this, so people can enjoy lost weekends without having to worry about it coming back to haunt them.
But then again, a friend did notice a big bottle of Canadian Club floating down in one of the Porta-Pottys (and if that doesn't sound like a Tom Waits lyric . . . ). Alex from ET Habit did a breathtaking swan dive into the ticket table at the front of the room (which all those hundreds of cameras seem to have missed). And of course there was still plenty of stumbling, bumbling, beer-infused lurching—so perhaps, in the immortal words of Tripper in Meatballs, "It just doesn't matter!"
Whether or not you missed the pickle juice, octopi, and used condoms stinking up the joint, there was still lots of incredible music—bands who transcend the fleeting hype surrounding those tedious corporatized festivals that are cropping up like mushrooms.
Scene fixture Rob Karlic was kind enough to share some of his photos from the Blackout, providing a small sample of what went down during this wild wild weekend.