Kroq's Weenie Roast
Our local "alternative rock" radio station, Kroq 106.7 , had their annual Weenie Roast this past Saturday at Verizon Ampitheater in Irvine. There were two stages, a side stage where most of the bands I wanted to see played and the main stage where the larger bands played. We caught Bloc Party, 10 minutes of the MArs Volta (explanation soon following), Interpol, The Killers, and Jimmy Eat World.
Unfortunately adidas was not able to wrangle us any backstage passes until mid Killers set and what good does that do me? Matt Tong from Bloc Party probably left the area (fuck , I would if I were him). I don't even know where to start with the Weenie Roast. I am so happy that I did not pay the 60 or so dollars it took to get into this bastion of tacky middle-aged people trying to relive their youth. During the Interpol set there was a group of late 40 year olds drunkenly dancing and waving their arms about. I wanted to squeeze their windpipes until their eyes exploded. It was horrible. I didn't know whether to burn them with searing hatred or be outstandingly embarassed for their children; a little bit of both I've concluded.
Bloc party played a good solid set with few deviations from their past shows, which was a little disappointing. Kele, I love you, I want to have your babies, but please stop prefacing songs with the same "This song is about boredom" or "This song is about sex." Talk to us, woo us with your silky smooth British accents, please. Immediately following Bloc Party was The Mars Volta. It was a surprise that they would be willing to play such a large event. And then they started and I knew, their set would be one big middle finger in the air to Kroq and even their fans. God bless them for it too. It was 30 minutes of utterly pretentious ambient noise with sporadic yelps from Cedric. They pretty much told Kroq "We're fucking amazing, fuck you." But seriously, that's the spirit. Because otherwise they would have ended up like Interpol with middle aged white women dancing in a pink tube top to their songs. Could death come any quicker?