Indie faves Grizzly Bear opened their set by apologizing for standing so far back on the stage. “I swear we love you guys,” singer Edward Droste said. “It’s just because of the rain.” After that, it was one big underage singalong in the audience, starting with the first verses of “Cheerleader” and “Southern Point”.
Everything Droste said was followed by a squealed “That’s so awesome!!” from the American Apparel-wrapped girls beside me, making me feel like I was standing in the middle of several thousand smiley emoticons.
“That’s so awesome!”
“OMG! So awesome!”
Colon. Parenthesis. Stab myself.
Grizzly Bear’s harmonies were as gorgeous as anticipated, although sometimes an over-amped bass overpowered their delicate vocals. A shimmering version of “Two Weeks” followed, with Daniel Rossen on keyboards and bassist Chris Taylor cooing into the microphone like Gizmo the Mogwai. “THAT’S SO AWESOME,” American Apparel said, her head on the verge of exploding as she made a note to update her Facebook status when she got home.
Thanks to a wonky hotel internet connection (that I paid a tantrumworthy $9.95 for) I’m a day behind on my ACL recaps. My rundown of Saturday’s shows has been posted at Bitchbuzz this morning and the full review of Sunday will follow as soon as I get back across the country to my own reliable RoadRunner high speed.
Bonus Fun Fact: I’m writing this from the Delta Austin-to-Atlanta flight, which features GOGO Internet access, in addition to the regularly scheduled snoring woman sprawled out to my left and a dude with a fragrant jalapeno and brisket carry-on sandwich to my right.
