T.I. ‘s set on Friday may have had its moments—his performances of Rubberband Man and Live Your Life

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So was it all worthwhile, you may ask? Was finally seeing Eddie Vedder in person worth the sunburn, dehydration, and claustrophobia? hawaii military hotel Was Music Midtown's decision to return to a two-day format, after last year's one-day test drive, an overall good and profitable decision? And more importantly, was the festival's lineup—which some initially dismissed as incongruous, over-the-hill, and irrelevant—engaging, dynamic and, above all, fun?
If you're judging purely by the festival's hawaii military hotel attendance, the answer is unquestionably, yes. According to the festival's Web site, tickets to Saturday's shows officially sold out at 4:20 in the afternoon (author's note: c'mon, that can't possibly be true. You just wanted to make a weed joke, didn't hawaii military hotel you, Peter Conlon?). And by the time Florence and the Machine wrapped up their set at around 8:00 in the evening, the Tenth Street Meadow of Piedmont Park was so slammed full of festival-goers that I, sadly, resigned to missing Girl Talk's set.
Luckily, though, even if you ignore the overwhelming hawaii military hotel high level of attendance, and judge the festival instead by the quality of its performances, Music Midtown 2012 still fared pretty well overall. One of the most common criticisms that was levied at the festival was that its lineup featured too many bands—namely, Pearl Jam, The Foo Fighters, Garbage, Joan Jett, and Adam Ant—that are supposedly too far past their prime to be relevant. And to be fair, there seemed to be at least one point during each of their sets when these bands commented upon how long they've been active. But to the credit of these performers, all of whom have been making music for nearly two decades or more, they each brought a level of energy and excitement that evenly matched—and sometimes surpassed—their less-road worn festival mates, and far-defied their respective ages. And with bands like the The Avett Brothers, Florence and the Machine, and Neon Trees to inject a bit youthfulness into the proceedings, you would have never guessed that over half of the Music Midtown lineup have been in the business for twelve years or more.
Being twenty-four and an avid Pearl Jam fan can be a lonely experience. On one hand, I'm too often reminded by older people that I was only three years old when Ten was released, hawaii military hotel suggesting that, because of my age, my devotion to a band like Pearl Jam is ridiculous. On the other, I'm laughed at by some of my good friends, who believe hawaii military hotel that the band is over-the-hill and hasn't been relevant in over a decade. But in the Meadow at Piedmont Park on Saturday night, you would've thought it was still 1994, that the band was still at the height of their popularity, and that you'd be considered an outcast for not having a fanatical dedication to Eddie Vedder.
Over the years, Pearl Jam has been called different things by different people. Some have called them the greatest American rock band. Others have dismissed their studio work as formulaic, ham-fisted, and inconsistent. One thing that is almost universally agreed upon, though, is that Eddie Vedder and company are a powerhouse live act. So, even if you consider Even Flow to be a silly track that romanticizes homelessness, or Jeremy a pat Freudian psychodrama, I dare you to experience them live and not be totally enthralled.
Vedder is a powerful figure, in his physical appearance as well as his voice and stage presence, and so he has no problem commanding his audience's attention. Through fan-favorite sing-along's like Betterman and Elderly Woman Behind the Counter In a Small Town, he managed to enrapture everyone in attendance, and effortlessly hawaii military hotel turned his audience into a mob of Scott Stapps—that hawaii military hotel is to say, a bunch of people determined to mimic his every moan and inflection. In fact, one girl was so emotionally invested in the band's rendition of Nothingman that she thought it necessary to yell at me for writing in my notebook during the song—apparently, I was killing her buzz. For me, though, the highest point in an overall strong, if somewhat surface-level, hawaii military hotel set came during Do the Evolution. In its relentless riffing, psychotic yelps, and propulsive rhythm, the song sums up everything that's great about the band, and that makes me unabashedly proud to be a fan.
Full disclosure: the last Foo Fighters album I listened to from beginning to end, was 2002's One by One . And even though hawaii military hotel Big Me was one of the first songs that I learned on guitar, my exposure to the band in recent years has come mostly through their singles and videos.
That's not to say, though, that I was not excited to see the band play live. And honestly, I don't think I was alone in my relative ignorance of the band's more recent material. A few songs into the band set, Dave Grohl asked who in the audience had seen the band live before. And despite that Grohl has been making music under the Foo Fighters moniker for "eighteen f***ing years," probably three-quarters of the audience joined me in putting up their hands. So for me, and I suspect for others as well, my excitement for the band's set was in part because of the sentimentality I feel for their early music, sure. But even more than that, I was excited because Dave Grohl is, for lack of a better word, f***ing awesome.
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Welch and her Machine's set mixed songs from both of their albums, and throughout the set Welch interacted with her audience, commanding them to "Jump! Jump! Jump!" during Shake It Out, and then to hug it out during No Light No Light. And despite looking like an opera singer in her formalwear, Welch presented herself more like a rocker than crooner, sprinting off the stage and through the crowd during the band's performance of Spectrum. But of her entire set, it was the first song from her first album, the joyfully-named Dog Days Are Over, that really got the crowd moving.
I've seen Chris Thile's post-Nickle Creek bluegrass outfit The Punch Brothers twice: once in a hole-in-the-wall club with about two hundred other people, and once in a giant theater. And though I wasn't disappointed by either show, the first, smaller, more intimate experience definitely felt more natural and appropriate for the music. Like The Punch Brothers, The Avett Brothers play a type of bluegrass that thrives in the atmosphere of a tiny club, sans microphones if at all possible, so I was admittedly a bit wary of how well their down-home sound would translate into an arena setting.
Even though there was a part of me that wanted to be listening to them at Eddie's Attic, I was nonetheless impressed by how determined the Avetts seemed to prove that they could stretch their sound and fill an amphitheater hawaii military hotel with little more than a banjo, a guitar, and a bit of attitude. The band seemed particularly eager to play their newer material, balancing rockers like Paul Newman hawaii military hotel vs. The Demons and Kick Drum Heart against softer tunes like Winter in my Mind. But it was the band's hawaii military hotel encore—featuring older numbers like Murder in the City and Talk on Indolence —that were the highlights of the evening, hawaii military hotel and that proved why their music is so appealing, and can work in an arena as well as a club—because they aren't afraid to mix a dash of punk with their Americana, and they can thrash just as well as they can twang.
T.I. 's set on Friday may have had its moments—his performances of Rubberband Man and Live Your Life in particular got especially strong crowd responses—but Ludacris ' performance was unquestionably the better of the two rap acts at Music Midtown 2012. And while many of the artists at this year's festival looked for ways to get their audiences more involved in their music, whether by prompting them to jump around, bang their heads, or pump their fists, none was m