A crude photographic depiction of last night: BEACH HOUSE @ Sundance////Park City, UTAH(!!!)
This past week featured the arrival of Sundance and the departure of Conan O’Brien. I have stronger feelings about one event than the other, the funny thing being the one I DO care about doesn’t affect me in the least and the one I don’t care about takes place in my own backyard.
But let’s talk about Conan’s departure for a minute. And not to get carried away feeling sorry for—or being able to relate to, for that matter—a guy who just voluntarily left a job w/ a $45M severance, but man, what a send-off. As much as I was hoping for the entertainment that an hour of the Masturbating Bear and a complete annihilation of the studio would have provided, I found myself being pleasantly surprised by the unexpected turn of him taking the normally boring high road.
What about this final gem from O’Brien : “All I ask of you is one thing: please don’t be cynical. I hate cynicism — it’s my least favorite quality and it doesn’t lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.”
I haven’t owned a TV in about five years, so I wasn’t able to watch the drama unfold live. Instead, I watched it via Hulu on Sunday morning in a coffee shop and found myself nearly choking up as he delivered his parting words. It’s kind of crazy how candid people can become when they know the end is near.
And then we have Sundance. An event I have successfully avoided altogether–other than a handful of times–in my nine winters here in Utah. Holding a film festival in a town the size of Park City is like trying on a boot three sizes too small. If this post were written in the vernacular of “Fantastic Mr. Fox”, Sundance would be described as a “cluster-cuss.”
But here’s the thing. Because of Sundance, I saw BEACH HOUSE perform last night, in a small room. And Holy Moses. It was amazing. To quote my friend Anna who was standing next to me when they opened w/ “Zebra”, “I can’t believe that voice is actually coming from her.” She couldn’t have sounded better. Thanks to bit torrent, I’ve been enjoying their new record for a few weeks now. As of tomorrow, I’ll be able to purchase the real deal. And what a good one it is. I highly highly recommend.
But other than last night’s show and ODDSAC (“an experimental film featuring psychedelic visuals and music by Animal Collective”), I shall steer clear of the fray, and my only knowledge of the goings-on will be via the twitter feeds of Questlove and Levar Burton. That’s as close as I’ll get.
Runaway people. Let’s go home tonight. Bye bye bye.