Seattle is not Los Angeles. Obviously. Just look out your window right now. And yet, the line-up going around today for LA's FYF Fest can't help but make me feel disappointed by our "WORLD-CLASS CITY" (and state)'s summer festivals line-ups. (My previous thoughts on the line-ups of Sasquatch!, Capitol Hill Block Party, and Bumbershoot.) As friend and fellow music writer Jeff Kirby pointed out, here is a line-up that can satisfy bona fide metal/hardcore dudes like him (Converge, American Nightmare) and flouncy fops like me (Beirut, the Pains of Being Pure at Heart), all while roping in massive and diverse talents from punk and indie rock (Refused, Liars, Lightning Bolt, Desaparecidos) to electronic (Simian Mobile Disco, Tiger & Woods).
But it's not only that these are BIG names, it's that they're also adventurous and artistically vibrant. This is not Jack White bluesing out middlebrow twang, or Jane's Addiction pathetically writhing through their alt '90s motions, this shit is actually good. So what's to blame? Are Seattle bookers sleeping on their rolodexes? Are our music festivals just too broke to score cool stuff? Are we merely a backwards, folk-obsessed timber town with painfully provincial tastes and a soft-balling music press? Probably a little of all three. But at least we get cheap flights to LA.