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Cstone ’10: Friday!

Whoops, this slipped through the cracks for a while…been busy traveling to Pittsburgh, reading papers, stimulating young minds with my dazzling intellect, etc.


Hipsters watching Timbre play yet again.


Paper Route rockin’ the theremin.


The crowd was definitely into it. A very high energy show…


…which was only helped by numerous trips to the mini- drum-set above the piano.


Children 18:3 bringing their uniquely fun, cheesy, trash-punk to a sweaty tent somewhere at the festival.


Eisley packed out the Gallery Stage, complete with people lining up around the sides of the tent.


And put on what was perhaps the most solid show I’ve heard from them yet.


It’s definitely worth mentioning that earlier in the day, their little sister put on a quite decent acoustic set…


The always sultry Over the Rhine came on last, for their second set of the festival.


Ex-VOL Kenny Hutson tore it up, as usual.


All in all, a very solid show–and it was great to hear some drums again, after the last, stripped-back show we saw them at in NC. Oddly, the MC spurted on stage after the set and called it a night, despite rumors that there was at least a three song encore planned. By that point, if nothing else, everyone around us seemed royally tired out…and OTR’s famously prickly attitude toward music festivals and the events’ accompanying foibles had already been fully displayed that evening. Who knows.


There was more going on the next day, but we had to be back in DC before too long. And so it was time for the 16+ hours back to the east coast.



Cstone ’10: Tuesday

After over fifteen hours of driving, we joined a crowd in the middle of absolutely nowhere in Illinois…




I haven’t been a true Switchfoot fan in quite some time, but I will quickly admit they put on a very solid show. Foreman‘s voice was stronger than I’ve ever heard before from ’em in person.


I’m obviously as guilty of this as the next person, but man! it seemed like every other person had their videocameras outstretched anywhere we went.



Timbre. This lady was EVERYWHERE we went–it seemed as tho each band wanted her on stage with them, from The Chariot, to mewithoutYou, to Brooke Waggoner…during one of the highlights of the night, all of the backing musicians gradually joined Timbre at her harp, plucking strings and continuing to lightly drum the rhythm on the soundboard.


Last year, I was intrigued by her first album when my brother sent it my way. Her live performance far eclipsed anything recorded I’ve heard from her so far. It was a show full of meandering volume swells and the energetic symphonic pop that marks the best of indie music today, carried along by a vocal that transfixed the attention of all the hipsters sitting in the grass around us.