Anyone with an urge to take out half the CityBeat staff can find us skulking near the Best Buy stage while the band of our younger days, the Pixies, pull it together for what might be their last go-round. Frank Black can only get so large before that guitar strap snaps, ya know?
Younger staffers are jockeying for a front spot to see the White Stripes. Have fun kids—the band lost their edge once it outgrew 300-person venues.
Staff writer Dan Strumpf is looking forward to ogling Garbage MILF Shirley Manson (though we're pretty sure she doesn't have kids).
We're all going to skip arm-in-arm over to the Captain Morgan stage to catch the Locust because, as one CityBeatnik put it, “I want to see 20,000 people simultaneously wince.”
Other bands on our list: The Flaming Lips—whom we hope will try to reclaim their punk-rock ethos that went poof when Wayne Coyne appeared in an Energizer Bunny commercial. What joy if they opened with “Unconsciously Screaming”? A treat indeed.
Part-time music snob/part-time bat boy Troy Johnson wants to scope the Perceptionists. Cutie editor David Rolland's going to catch Death Cab for Cutie's set and associate editor Kelly Davis says Viva Voce is the best band you've never heard of. Art-dude Maynard digs Spoon: “Not too hard, not too soft. Perfect to ease into Sunday merry-making.”