Welcome to the second installment of festival week on DUM DUM! Even as summer’s coming to a close, we discovered over the long weekend that L.A. kids enjoy their 90+ degree festivals as much as tiny, overpriced curry burritos from local food trucks.
A few of us from DUM DUM took a break from our hard work launching the website and planning for the DEAD SUMMER party–10 more days to GET DEAD!–which, by the way, you should totally attend. We stopped by Fuck Yeah Fest in L.A. Historic State Park on Saturday to drop off copies of Issue No. 1, snap photos and stomp on the turf with some of our favorite bands.
Unfortunately for music journalism, festival coverage oftentimes mirrors the same corporate shortcuts as the planning that goes into them, resulting in tired recaps from heat-stroked journalists and thousand-some nearly identical shots scattered throughout city publications. We’d already done the over-commercialized Midwestern clusterfuk that was Lollapalooza, which required us to ricochet between stages and wrestle with the media elit to cover brand-name acts on deadline (and to top it all off, in mud pits). Nicki Yowell recounts the fest, capturing our exhaustion and elation in this week’s feature, “Lollaposers.”
FYF is for fun, and festivals shouldn’t be like traversing through a passage of Tim O’Brien’s shit fields, people. So we said “Fuck yeah!” to our photo pass and strategically planted several disposable cameras throughout festival grounds to let concertgoers snap photos, creating a crowd-sourced concert experience for everybody to enjoy.
What you’ll see here is totally random shots taken by people who picked up the cameras, and pit photos featuring standout performances by Guided By Voices, Girls, Death from Above 1979, and No Age. Even though some douchebag stole one of our cameras (we spent forever making awesome tags that read “HONOR SYSTEM”), the surprise boob more than makes up for the lost footage.
