After Andrew Bird, I was famished, so I decided to go and get some sustenance, and since I love N.Y. Style pizza, I decided to go to the longest line in all the land and wait for a good half an hour just to get 3 slices of paper with pizza sauce on it parading as an edible form of matter. During my stint with weighing the pro's and cons of anorexia, I was able to overhear a band I had made a point to miss that goes by the name of O.A.R.
Before I say anything negative about O.A.R. I would like to add a little bit of positiveness to this part of the story: I was in line for pizza, super far away from the stage, and it quality of the sound was still great. Again, this festival was set up really well.
I think I've mentioned before that I hate jam bands ... a lot. Maybe it's because I don't smoke so much pot that it grows on my hair, but maybe it's because after about 7 minutes of hearing the same thing over and over again with one instrument soloing over it I begin to go insane. Honestly, it could be both. Regardless of the reason, O.A.R. drove me nuts and made me, for a second, curse Colorado's musical history. "Why," I asked, "is it that we have been cursed to forever be labeled 'Jam Band Enthusiasts?" My guess is that Mountains, such that Colorado has been blessed with, leads to snow boarding, which leads to Pot, which, in turn, leads to jam bands. String Cheese Incident and The Grateful Dead should be reason enough to stay away from pot, so my question is "why aren't they playing this for at-risk kids and saying: 'is this really what you want to turn into? Someone who actually enjoys this music?'"
Okay. That's really harsh. I would just like to say that I don't think that people who like O.A.R. have bad taste in music, they just have different taste in music than I do. And not everyone who listens to O.A.R. smokes pot, or vice versa.
O.A.R. - Program Director (w/ Matisyahu) (Live)
Spoon is up next.
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