Still wondering if an empty venue is a good or bad thing
After a full day of rain, the sky finally cleared on the drive to Merriweather Post Pavilion. Though the ground was a little wet, there was fortunately no mud. I made my way to the lawn to find it the emptiest that I have ever seen it. I knew that Fleet Foxes would not be that big of a draw for such a large venue and the rain must have chased away a lot of other potential attendees. So despite it being a little lonely on the lawn, it was nice that it so easy to find a spot up front. It was also fitting considering the type of music that the Fleet Foxes play, a mainly slow type of indie folk rock perfect for sitting on the grass. They were however a lot louder and livelier than I anticipated, spicing up their live show with some additional instrumentals. It all sounded very good save for a brief interlude on a saxophone-like instrument that wasn’t quite noise but nor would I classify it as music. I’ve never played a Fleet Foxes album very loud and probably still never will, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t sound good when they did crank up the volume. Their setlist was a healthy mix of old and new, not that they’ve been around long enough to really develop an extensive catalogue. While his musical and artist talent are beyond reproach, Robin Pecknold’s skills as a frontman left much to be desired. He still hasn’t fully embraced the role and seems unconformable and awkward interacting with the audience.
Setlist:
The Plains / Bitter Dancer
Mykonos
English House
Battery Kinzie
Bedouin Dress
Sim Sala Bim
Your Protector
White Winter Hymnal
Ragged Wood
Montezuma
He Doesn't Know Why
Lorelai
The Shrine/An Argument
Blue Spotted Tail
Grown Ocean
I Let You
Sun It Rises
Blue Ridge Mountains
Helplessness Blues
After a full day of rain, the sky finally cleared on the drive to Merriweather Post Pavilion. Though the ground was a little wet, there was fortunately no mud. I made my way to the lawn to find it the emptiest that I have ever seen it. I knew that Fleet Foxes would not be that big of a draw for such a large venue and the rain must have chased away a lot of other potential attendees. So despite it being a little lonely on the lawn, it was nice that it so easy to find a spot up front. It was also fitting considering the type of music that the Fleet Foxes play, a mainly slow type of indie folk rock perfect for sitting on the grass. They were however a lot louder and livelier than I anticipated, spicing up their live show with some additional instrumentals. It all sounded very good save for a brief interlude on a saxophone-like instrument that wasn’t quite noise but nor would I classify it as music. I’ve never played a Fleet Foxes album very loud and probably still never will, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t sound good when they did crank up the volume. Their setlist was a healthy mix of old and new, not that they’ve been around long enough to really develop an extensive catalogue. While his musical and artist talent are beyond reproach, Robin Pecknold’s skills as a frontman left much to be desired. He still hasn’t fully embraced the role and seems unconformable and awkward interacting with the audience.
Setlist:
The Plains / Bitter Dancer
Mykonos
English House
Battery Kinzie
Bedouin Dress
Sim Sala Bim
Your Protector
White Winter Hymnal
Ragged Wood
Montezuma
He Doesn't Know Why
Lorelai
The Shrine/An Argument
Blue Spotted Tail
Grown Ocean
I Let You
Sun It Rises
Blue Ridge Mountains
Helplessness Blues
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