Ahem, I will get back on topic.
I went to the first Siren thing (I think it was the first... or second) and No Sir, I Did Not Like It. That and the Mermaid Parade. Hauling ass out to Coney Island by subway is an ordeal in and of itself, and standing in painful painful heat to see the 2 out of 11 good bands just adds insult to injury. I gotta say, though, the year I went I saw Superchunk and Guided by Voices and they both did a bang up job. It must've been the second year cause I think the first year was like The Liars and Yeah Yeah Yeah's so it was like this huge Williamsburg-is-on-fire-with-the-future-of-rock thing or something. Pollard threw a half-filled plastic beer cup into the crowd and it basically landed on Christina The Yes Fan's head. Luckily she thought it was funny. However, Some of those GBV fans are mutants, and standing next to them in bazillion degree heat is something of a chore. We did ride the Cyclone while some band played and that was cool, but yeah, that's a bad hot dog scene, Jed. I'm with you. You kinda just run out of things to do and it's too hot to think and you're just like "Guess I gotta get one of these dogs everybody's got..." Then you walk out to the beach and watch the seagulls eat Wendy's out of the trash cans. How lovely...
The Mermaid Parade was worse to me, though, because once I got there I had no idea why I thought it might be fun in the first place, and it was so hot the heat of the pavement was seeping through my sneakers and burning my feet.
I saw that chicken pic on pitchfork and I gotta say I do not approve of fucking around with animals for entertainment value. Unless it's a monkey in a suit or something. Give the animal some dignity.
