MusicfestNW has been on my “must see” festival list for the last two years, and once again I was denied its sweet embrace this weekend. Not only is there a staggering amount of music, but it’s held in Portland, an entertainingly accessible city. I hoped that the reviews would reveal that I didn’t miss anything, but of course, they all make MFNW 2010 sound like a complete blast. Make sure to check out the MusicfestNW photo gallery — over 1,400 goodies in there.
via Willamette Week
Day four? Day fucking four? Is that right? We think that’s right. But we’re too tired to really know—the ringing hasn’t stopped when we hit Mississippi Studios for donuts and Bloody Marys, nor when we bounce on the Crystal Ballroom’s bouncy floors or pack into a crowded-as-shit Dante’s. This is MFNW. And every second we spend writing this intro is a second we’re not in a club.
If day two’s line-up at the Wonder Ballroom elicited a collective aura of summertime nostalgia, day three’s bill delivered a punch to wake us from our daydreams. Male Bonding opened with driving post-punk that set a virile tone for the evening. The English band played songs that were equal parts abrasive and melodic.
In addition to the great music to be found all over the city, part of the charm of Musicfest NW is watching all the activity on downtown streets as Portlanders wrap up yet another summer: You likely won’t see this level of human foot traffic on a Friday night until our first warm weekend in May, and it’ll probably take the city that long to clean up all the debris and trash from the food carts.
In Portland, Menomena is king. The Crystal Ballroom was wall-to-wall with people standing shoulder to shoulder. The band played against the Smashing Pumpkins and had no problem selling out the venue–and leaving fans lined up outside, waiting for a chance to get in, one at a time, as show-goers left the venue. I’ve never heard a crowd go as crazy for a saxophone as they did when Justin Harris played his.
Major Lazer’s hyper-sexualized electro house, dancehall reggae, hip-hop requires a hyper hype-man. The yellow mohawked commando of dance floor dry sex brought his display of dancehall daggering (where a man and woman dance in a sexually provocative manner, which usually includes simulating various sexual positions, and often times rough sex, to the beat of the music) to the Roseland stage–ladder included.