Langerado Setlist

[The DARK]

Anyone?

[Anu]

I think I got the first three or four songs in my journal, but I lost the book. Then, I lost my mind. The Jacket jacked it, though. They own this place now.

[kyleuga]

Here we go...i got to the very front row...quite an experience...i was at the 40 watt both nights and this was so different..in a good way... the band played very long and extended versions of their songs, jamming a lot more than usual.  Bo's playing was more emphasized than ever...Jim really was playing to the crowd...It was UNREAL...the light show was one of the best i have ever seen at any concert....

set list, prob missing some and def out of order:

obh(opener)
gideon
lowdown
dondante
wordless
cobra
they way he sings
lay low
off the record( amazing, longest and loudest ive EVER heard)
dancefloors
anytime (this was the closer)
magheeta
run thru( also really long and unreal)
golden
steam engine
phone went west
bermuda highway
they ran


It was awesome and so is this festival....wish i could say more but im goin back over now....i tihnk i got some good pics but wont be able to post them for at least a week...if i left any out just put em up....now im off to the park!!! ;D

[Anu]

Pictures coming soon:

Franti Tells Sweet Little Lies and the Jacket Jacks It:
Langerado Two Too!

tell me that the rain won't fall today
tell me that the tax man lost his way (oh, oh)
tell me that the hurtin aint gonna hurt no more
tell me that somebody stopped the war (please tell me)
—Michael Franti, "Sweet Little Lies"

Michael Franti whispered his sweet "Lies" into my ears and pumped many other tracks from the tremendous and relevant "Yell Fire." An album released in the middle of 2006 and being supported with a tour that will last most of 2007, Michael Franti has come a long way from the Beatnigs and Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy.

Even though it's steamy hot down here, nobody is complaining about the sunny weather. "I've been freezing my ass off all winter," Michael Franti admitted in the Saturday press conference. "I'd never been to a festival until I played at one," confessed JJ Grey.
Franti agreed, "The first festival I played at was in Germany and called the Lorelei. More interesting and influential though was when I was 12 years old, and I went to see the Commodores. My friend's Mom had to take us. So there was Mrs. Wizner, she had grey hair. And there was pimp standing next to us dancing, and at one point, he leaned over to Mrs. Wizner and handed her a joint. I remember Lionel Richie coming out from underneath the stage with a white piano singing 'Once, twice, three times a lady,' and I was hooked. Someday I would have a white piano, but the closest I ever got was a big afro."

At what's being called the unofficial opening to an entire festival season, Franti followed his heart to talk about the hardest places and somehow make it all better. Just past sunset, Franti provided us a private show, as up close and personal as you can get with fifteen thousand of our best friends.

At the end of the Spearhead show, I had to high tail it to the main stage. The Saturday headliner for the whole pineapple of peace and strummed up strawberry lightshow was the Louisville, Kentucky heirs to rock, also known as My Morning Jacket.

To put this in perspective, Saturday night mainstage was the slot that Radiohead held at Bonnaroo and is an enviable and venerated spot, one that even Trey and Widespread (the Friday and Sunday headliners respectively) could not steal. With the foresty backlit ambience and a hyper happy Jim James, Carl Broemel, Two Tone Tommy, Patrick Hallahan, and Bo Koster took the place apart. All morning at the merch tent, people who had never ever heard them were demanding CDs like "Z" and "Okonokos." The Jacket jacked it. Move over plantations, retirees, Disney and Dolphins, and the whole tourist industry; pparently, the band owns Florida now. Allegedly, this was the last show until a new studio album, the group went out in superb style.

I started to scrawl the setlist in my journal, but I lost the book. Then I lost my mind. The Jacket can do that to you if you're not careful. The first song I heard was "One Big Holiday," an apt summation of what the festival means for the "knew" nation of twenty-something wanderers who can't seem to ever get enough of the music, the tours, the shows.

Thanks to some other attendees, though, I have some choice notes on the Jacket. On Friday (which seems like two years ago now), Melissa and compared our intended itineraries, which inevitably led us to talk Jacket.
Melissa; "My Morning Jacket—you've never seen a guy rock so hard. And that lead singer is delicious."
Me: "His name is Jim James."
Melissa: "Jim James is delicious."
Today at the media tent, I met a writer who recited to me from the scribbles in her notebook. So, Sara Kiesler from DeLand, Florida jabbers about the Jacket:
"All day I was trying to decide between Bisco and MMJ. After dancing my ass off to Soullive, Yerba Buena, Mofro, and Blackalicious, I was really looking forward to something to chill to. That's what I was expecting coming into the Jacket.

But what I got was this textured rock band, reggae band, groove band, and the best performers I have seen since Umphrey's McGee at the Canopy Club. You did not see a single person in the crowd not feeling it, dancing, and getting blown away by the sheer talent and energy. Nothing else at this festival even compared.

U2 meets Porno for Pyros meets Robert Plant and Led Zeppelin meets Wilco meets Wayne Coyne and the Flaming Lips and even a little Violent Femmes."

Since there's no pool here and the "No Swimming" signs around the serene water here warn of wild alligators, I decided at dawn to leave for the beach. After an impromptu dawn trip to baptize myself in the Atlantic ocean and meet with a psychic priestess on the beach, I scurried and hurried back to Markham Park to break camp, donate to the food drive, take a shower, meet the photographer with my "phresh" Jacket pictures, find my camera, and get back to the media tent in time for today's press conference.  

As I write, a hard rock band called Pepper are killing it on the mainstage. It's time to save this shit, power down the 'puter, and go swallow my last dose of mind food for the weekend. Monday is going to be rough, but it's been entirely worth the effort to see, be, and feel this love.

[Anu]

Two pictures posted:

http://bloggerado.blogspot.com/

[sweatboard]

This first one might be my favorite picture EVER!!

[red]

Good god, that's a great picture.

[harpua51]

that picture was awsome

[Mr. T.]

 :o  8-)  :o

:-*

[nkdgunner]

That should be the cover for the new album.......Out of The Woods.

[megisnotreal]

that picture is fucking sweet.

"...and god said, 'let there be jacket.'"

[Angry Ewok]

I'll definitely nominate that one in the "Best Pictures of the Jacket Ever" category.

[Kory]

Yes, very nice! It only needs one thing... FULL SIZE!

[peanut butter puddin surprise]

[ms. yvon]

This first one might be my favorite picture EVER!!

:o :o SWEET JESUS!

anu!!  thanks for the word on the show!  sounds like a blow.  out.  so glad to know someone who could be there to tell the tale.   ;)

[NoVa_NoLa]

 :)

Back and mostly in one very sore and tired piece.  Ran from Franti's set  to grab a beverage and to wiggle in for MMJ.  Ordered my beer and Everybody On A Move starts back at the Franti stage--I dance.  I pick up the beer a take maybe twenty steps...put down back pack and beer and dance.   It's good to provide the beer vendors with entertainment. :)  

OK...enough.  I would see Franti later that night so, I boogie back over to home base, put down my stuff, grab my camera and wiggle about mid-way up to the sound board for the start of MMJ's set.  I snapped some pics during the first two songs (will try to get them up) and then headed back to homebase.  After that, I have no idea what happened, but I think I had some sort of full-on out of body experience.   ;D

We had a lot of room to dance and so we did.  Jumping, bobbing, spinning, running, dancing, strumming my imaginary guitar, hitting my imaginary cymbals, shakin' everything that was shakeable...good grief no wonder my body hurts.  I was soaked to the bone after the set.

It was so SO good...I don't know why this band moves me this way, but good lord.  Friends I've known for 10 years have never seen me moving like that...Hell, I've never seen me move like that.

My friend Pam, who had never heard them, tells me on Sunday that they're her new favorite band.  So, if you were strolling back behind the soundboard and saw a really tall woman and a Korean woman rockin' out, that was us.  8-)  We were at the Pet De Kat Kamp.

After MMJ we headed to Revolution for the Franti late set.  I don't know how, but we danced from start to finish.  Friend of a friend works for the club and got us into the little VIP area.   :)  We had enough room to dance, so we did.  Shirt was soaked again.  We got back to the house by 4 or so, showered, and was in the sack by 5.  Back at the festival for the New Orleans Social Club set on Sunday early afternoon.  I honestly don't think it would have been possible for me to have more fun than I did.    :)  

Time for bed.

[cmccubbin25]

that picture is fucking sweet.

"...and god said, 'let there be jacket.'"

hey...you stealing my tagline?!?

ha ha...

[ms. yvon]

:)
I snapped some pics during the first two songs (will try to get them up) and then headed back to homebase.  After that, I have no idea what happened, but I think I had some sort of full-on out of body experience.   ;D

It was so SO good...I don't know why this band moves me this way, but good lord.  Friends I've known for 10 years have never seen me moving like that...Hell, I've never seen me move like that.

nova nola, sounds like you did this up right!  WOO!  your description have me jumping around the office to the "laylow jam" in my head!   [smiley=vrolijk_26.gif]

[The DARK]

This first one might be my favorite picture EVER!!

It'll be on the cover of Time Magazine's Special MMJ Edition! ;)

But, does anyone have the complete setlist yet?

[Anu]

There are three more pictures from the amazing Jonathan Marx now up at Interference.com with my story:

http://www.interference.com/intermedia/