Louisville's 11th annual three-day fest welcomes The Black Keys, Flaming Lips, Grace Potter and more
Louisville's giant Forecastle music festival, taking place July 12-14 (the same weekend as Cincinnati's Bunbury Music Festival), today announced its preliminary lineup. Headliners include Avett Brothers, The Black Keys, The Flaming Lips, Animal Collective, Jim James, Crow Medicine Show, Grace Potter & the Nocturnals, Big Boi, Matt & Kim and Alabama Shakes. The festival is held annually at Louisville's Waterfront Park, though this year there will be special "off site" late night shows.Below is the full lineup. For tickets (which go on sale Wednesday at noon) and complete information, click here. The Black KeysThe String Cheese IncidentThe Avett BrothersThe Flaming LipsAlabama ShakesJim JamesAnimal CollectiveOld Crow Medicine ShowGrace Potter & The NocturnalsThe Forecastle Incident (with special guests)Young the GiantBig BoiMatt & KimSharon Jones & The Dap-KingsPurity RingThe Joy FormidableDatsikDawesGrizKurt Vile & The ViolatorsToro y MoiBob Mould BandEl-P & Killer MikeBaauerBombinoMoon TaxiFreakwaterFoxygenGreensky BluegrassWild BelleTift MerrittTOKiMONSTAShovels & RopeSalvaNight BedsMNDRChurchillRyan HemsworthRubblebucketAlasdair Roberts & FriendsMonaThe 23 String BandWheeler BrothersA Lion Named RoarThe Pass
by Hannah Cook
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Church ain’t over ‘til the fat lady sings — or, in this case, until My Morning Jacket are good and ready.The Louisville natives are known to play a lengthy set, which appeals to most people so long as you’re either a baby boomer or on some sort of mind-altering substance. On Sunday night in Columbus at the LC Pavilion, it’s possible nearly every person was one or the other. That or maybe we all just came together to appreciate what the Indie Rock jam band had to offer.To my pleasant surprise, Band of Horses opened up for the band — a piece of information I didn’t bother to find out until my friend and I recognized frontman Ben Bridwell’s distinctive voice from the beer tent.“Is that Band of Horses?” “By golly, I think it is.”Unfortunately, they weren’t really anything to write home about. A bit on the boring side, the band showed the same amount, if not less, energy than any other given southern Indie Rock band. I appreciated the hits, like “Is There a Ghost” and “The Funeral” as much as the next guy, but there was some sort of intangible barrier, either coming from my point of view or theirs that made the whole thing not as special. I guess they were leaving that up to their “heroes,” My Morning Jacket. And so were we.By this point, the sun was going down and everyone had had their decent fill of 32 oz beers and marijuana cigarettes (isn’t that what you call those things these days?). Jim James, or as I like to call him, “Yimmy Yammies,” took the stage donned in some sort of blue cape. At last! Our super hero! He and his fellow band mates all took their respective places and began forcefully with “Heartbreakin’ Man.” James’ falsetto boldly took shape within the dope-stained air, and the audience was nearly forced by this invisible entity to get ta’ groovin’.Roughly two-and-a-half hours and about 20 songs later and somehow everyone seemed lost in time, concerning themselves only with embracing every goddamn moment — My Morning Jacket included. Deeming us “beautiful fucking people,” James made us feel like there was no other purpose for us than to be standing right there along with him.The band left the stage, only to rejoin us a few minutes later for the encore — encore number one that is. James played “Hopefully” on his lonesome, with the spotlight glaring down on that glorious bearded silhouette like he was God himself. (Blasphemy!) The band joined him for a few more songs like “Wonderful (The Way I Feel)” and “Wordless Chorus."And just when we thought it was all over, My Morning Jacket came out one last time for a second encore and played “Steam Engine.” The finale was meant to be, embodying our current state of being perfectly. Relishing in every moment, we went to some kind of church. And it ain’t over to Jim James sings.
Kentuckians Moore and Sollee team up to address unsound mining practices in Appalachia
0 Comments · Monday, February 8, 2010
Two years ago, regional Folk phenoms Daniel Martin Moore and Ben Sollee met at a Lexington show and began making small talk about music when the subject of Appalachian strip mining was broached. This mutual passion led to the collaborative album, 'Dear Companion.'