Dang, where are the reviews for this excellent festival??
In my book, the big music festivals are a young man's game, and I am not a young man. The best thing about the Hideout Block Party is that it is modest and comfortable enough for soft, lazy old misanthropes like me. Cheap too.
It's taken Neko Case to draw me here both times. 2008: Neko Case solo headlining Saturday and The New Pornographers headlining Sunday, which is pretty much as good as it gets at this price level. Although I wasn't there, last year's lineup was fantastic (Wilco, Iron & Wine, Glen Hansard, and Wye Oak), while this year was a slight step towards the more obscure (to me) with Young the Giant (who?) headlining Saturday after Neko Case on Friday. But there were plenty of gems to mine among the undercards, such as Trampled by Turtles, The Both (Aimee Mann and Ted Leo), and The Hold Steady. Neko was fucking awesome on Friday night, belting out old favorites and a boatload of songs from her newest album. The greatest revelation to me was The Walkmen on Saturday afternoon, cited by an attending friend as a long-time favorite. I appreciate smart, sophisticated rock and roll, and I was really impressed by the lead singer's passion and high energy.
To boot, you can enjoy all this music with sufficient breathing space and elbow room. There's nothing worse than making unwanted physical contact with the average summer music-festival attendee. Well, that isn't much of a problem here. (More difficult to avoid is the garbage smell wafting over the fence from the dozens of trucks parked at the Streets and San depot.) And about fifteen minutes before the headliner's showtime, there are still opportunities to sidle close-ish to the stage. I don't know why this festival isn't better attended, but I'm glad that it isn't.
The food and drink options were up and down. Lagunitas brewed an excellent pale ale just for the festival. At that point I looked no further, although I believe that I did behold some wine stations and other types of beer in cans. In the food realm, I saw tacos, tacos, tamales, pasties, barbecue, and various sandwiches from Goose Island. Hmm, I wouldn't have minded more variety. I ended up getting a "fried chicken" sandwich from Goose Island, and it was a big disappointment. Not disappointing, though, was the haute ice cream bar, also from Goose Island. They had a few different flavors, all featuring a pretzel rod instead of a stick. Genius! (I believe that they knew that I was coming, and named this thing "The old stick in the mud.")
So drink beer and get dessert here, but perhaps eat your lunch or dinner elsewhere. Or at least lower your expectations for food. But definitely raise them for the acts and the value. Frugal old fogeys are thrilled to spend so few entertainment dollars for so many hours of great music. read more