Tomorrow is the first day of Noise Pop, San Francisco’s annual five day indie rock festival. The festival — now in its seventeenth year — has grown immensely from its humble roots, and it’s astounding the variety and quality of bands that they manage to lure out to the Bay Area for it. It’s also depressing as hell, because for me it mostly just serves to remind me of how old I am.
I mean, aside from the obvious — Noise Pop 17?!? I think I went to, like, Noise Pop 4 or something! — I’ve found the schedules of the last couple years to consist largely of: bands I’ve heard of but never heard, bands I’ve never even heard of, and bands that I used to listen to, but don’t anymore. Mind you, I’m not blaming Noise Pop for this (though they should really find a way to convince the Fastbacks to reform and play a one-off festival show) — it’s just that I’m getting older and losing touch with a lot of what’s going on in the indie rock scene. So whereas ten years ago, the Noise Pop schedule seemed like an impossibly awesome line-up of bands that I couldn’t possibly see half of (I was never gung ho enough to buy a festival pass and hopscotch to three or four clubs each night, like some of my friends did), now it just taunts me with how out-of-it I am. I’m not planning to go to a single show in the festival.
On the bright side, the Pains Of Being Pure At Heart are playing a free “secret” show at the Rickshaw Stop tomorrow, so hopefully I’ll be able to make it to that. I love the Rickshaw Stop because they have lots of seats on the second level, perfect for my old man legs
Useless aside: Sorry for any typos, my PC suicided and I’m reduced to using my wife’s accursed Macbook. This keyboard warps my hands.


















