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How to Make Friends at a Music Festival

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[Originally published on Virgin.com, June 2014]

Are you a little on the shy side? A self-proclaimed introvert? Put aside those silly anxieties, because making friends at a music festival is not only easy, it’s fun. We at Virgin have attended our share of festivals and have compiled an arsenal of tested tactics to help you return to civilization with more friends than you brought along.

High five everyone

Let’s start with the basics. This classic festival move can be executed in two ways: 1) Keep your hand in the air at all times. You don’t even have to do anything – the high fives will just happen. 2) Find someone you want to meet, walk up and say, ‘High five’! Works most of the time.

Apply water liberally

In particularly hot environs, a cold spritz of water is more than welcome. If the festival allows them, arm your friends with water guns and start a friendly battle. The masses will practically beg you for refreshment.

Represent your town

Like a moth to a flame, wearing your team logo is guaranteed to earn a few high fives (or boos, but whatever). And the more obscure the reference, the better the reaction. Trust us.

Share a ride

If you’re driving your car to the festival, life must be nice. If not, try joining a stranger’s ride share (but be smart about it, of course). After a few hours of swapping your life stories, you’ll arrive at the festival with an enviable head start on the friend-making.

Share a compliment

This is a really easy one. As in the ‘real world’, you catch more flies with honey than with, well, whatever else. And with so many people around, you’re bound to see something new and interesting on a fellow festival-goer. Like his tattoo? Tell him. Does she have amazing sunglasses? Ask to try them on!

Share anything

Because we’re humans, we love free shit. Offer candy, glitter, hugs, or whatever else (interpret as you will) and watch the new friends roll in.

Bring an extra poncho

Rain in the forecast? Pack some excess ponchos or umbrellas. When it starts to pour, pick the most unhappy-looking person in the crowd and watch your foresight turn that frown upside down.

Embrace the wet

Didn’t take those ponchos like we suggested? Might as well start a convo with someone equally soaked. Misery loves company, after all.

Be bright

Wear something outrageous. Anything will do, really: a fancy dress, a spandex bodysuit, neon tutu, or enormous headdress. In sum, something totally impractical and completely fun. You’ll be hard to ignore – and that’s the point.

Dance funky, dance hard

And we can all learn from this gentleman.

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The Neighbourhood (NBHD) Live in NYC

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[Originally published on Virgin.com, July 2013]

Bowery Ballroom, New York City
June 29, 2013

Los Angeles band The Neighbourhood first caught my attention earlier this year, when ‘Female Robbery’ wafted into the air from an alternative radio playlist. The song had elements of everything I loved about recent obsession Lana Del Rey: it was nearly overproduced in every way, the gravity of the track almost laughable, but the lyrics were sultry and earnest enough that it was impossible to stop listening.

And with The Neighbourhood, the vocalist is a dude, so when he sings things like “Let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater”, the tension feels a little spicier. At least for the ladies.

In reality, the crowd at the Bowery Ballroom was a fairly even mix of genders. Apparently, not all Neighbourhood fans are lured by amorphous sexual frustrations.

‘I Love You’ is indeed an intriguing debut album, with relatable angsty undertones and catchy choruses to which many sang along that night. The Neighbourhood know a thing or two about branding, as well; everything about them, their album art, their videos, their photos, are composed in black and white. They’ve nailed the whole noire LA bad boy thing, for sure, and they’ll even let you call them NBHD if it makes you feel cooler.

Frontman Jesse Rutherford clearly knows how to play frontman. He’s also only 22, a fact far more apparent in real life than in the band’s colorless promo shots.

He delivered each song’s vocals with the proper bravado, keeping the audience entertained without any cheese, and the whole band rallied behind the effort. Anyone who fell in love with ‘I Love You’ would’ve been delighted that The Neighbourhood could deliver the same drama from records ‘Flawless’ and ‘Afraid’, for example, in real life.

But where the music reached us, the colorless flashing lights, despite being a signature aesthetic of the band’s, made the whole experience feel slightly impersonal. The sleek visual production, which is more than forgivable in audible form on ‘I Love You’, fairly obscured the rest of the band, getting in the way of what should have been an intimate experience all around.

And, so, the only real trouble with the performance was that The Neighbourhood were playing to a sold-out room of established fans.

Pleasing us was easy; most of us had never seen the band live before, so merely sharing the venue with them was a thrill. It was our plus-ones who needed convincing. If they didn’t know ‘I Love You’, they stood in a strange black-and-white purgatory, unsure of whether this was actually a good show or not. A push in showmanship and relatability probably could have dissolved their ambiguity.

Clocking in at just over an hour with only twelve songs, The Neighbourhood packed all their wares into a tight package. For fans, nothing was left wanting. Hopefully as the Neighbourhood grow, they learn to connect as well with strangers as they do with lovers.

Setlist:

1. How

2. Female Robbery

3. Everybody’s Watching Me (Uh Oh)

4. Wires

5. Flawless

6. Let It Go

7. W.D.Y.W.F.M.?

8. Alleyways

9. A Little Death

10. Afraid

11. Sweater Weather

12. Float

Classroom Battles “Call To Arms” Video Premiere

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[Originally published on Virgin.com, August 2013]

Foodies and music lovers alike will appreciate this fresh-baked video from Classroom Battles, entitled “Call To Arms”, or alternately “How to induce both hunger and melancholy”.

The French-and-Irish band craft a sweetly poignant story about baking a cake to accompany the synth-infused track, which is the first single from the band’s debut EP ‘This Week’s Question’. Former Witness Protection Programme member Martin Clancy lends his indie-dance cred to the record, while frontman Tigrane Minassian, a graduate of Cannes Film School, narrates the drama. Any slices left for the rest of us?
Classroom Battles’ ‘This Week’s Question’ is due out in September followed by North American tour dates in October.

Andrew W.K. and Marky Ramone’s Blitzkrieg

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[Originally published on Virgin.com, May 2013]

[Santos Party House – May 3, 2013] It was the first night of Andrew WK’s stint as frontman to drummer Marky Ramone’s Blitzkrieg. The pair, along with Ramone’s bandmates, are about to tour the world, performing songs from The Ramones’ catalog. Yes, those Ramones. Marky is one of two surviving members of the legendary punk band, whose ubiquitous hits, including ‘I Wanna Be Sedated’ and ‘Hey Ho, Let’s Go’ still continue to inject rock adrenaline into public consciousness.

There was no mistaking this show as anything but a rock fest from one look at the patrons milling outside Santos Party House, a dark club in Chinatown owned by none other than the night’s lead singer. An overwhelmingly male crowd of black-clad fans sandwiched into the venue, beers clutched and necks craned. We shuffled our Chucks and waited for the synergy of awesome.

Indeed, the collaboration of Ramone and WK seems fated. Both are paragons of New York City’s music scenes, past and present. Ramone honed his chops in the late 1970’s at local haunts like CBGB, where his band helped craft the punk genre as we know it alongside the likes of Richard Hell, Blondie and Talking Heads.

But these days, the city’s rock scene is more about an attitude than a sound. If this attitude doesn’t bellow “Party!” then perhaps it mumbles “Let’s get weird”, but either way, Andrew WK is without a doubt the spokesman. In addition to his own high-octane shows, his party-hard-and-often mantra finds him at some of New York’s strangest, and very rock-n-roll, events. For example, we once met WK in a Masonic temple at a masquerade party after having eaten bugs (long story). That he would be tapped to bring to life the soundtrack of a rock scene past just makes perfect sense.

“I’m serving the gods via this incredible sound Marky and his band created”, WK says. “There’s never been better rock ‘n’ roll music made than this, and I will give everything I have to do it justice”.

To equally reverent applause, Ramone, in a muscle tank and mop of black hair, manned his kit. WK stood before us in his dirtied white painter’s get-up. The night promised a tall order of 30 songs, but recalling the superhuman pace at which WK rips through his own material, the figure felt about right.

Without hesitation or fanfare, things got loud. ‘Rockaway Beach’ and ‘Teenage Lobotomy’ whizzed by us, and ‘Psycho Therapy’ brought the first eager crowdsurfer onstage – the first of many to come. While WK lent the lyrics a gruffer edge than Joey Ramone might have, the delivery was decidedly less intense than WK’s solo performances. WK seemed determined to nail the lyrics, serve up Ramones-level energy and, as he mentioned earlier, do the music justice.

The effort was successful. The crowd, at first soberly absorbed in the novelty of the performance, quickly devolved into a moving mass of bobbing heads and perspiring bodies. Limbs flailed. Alcohol sloshed to the floor. At times, as many as four or five fans joined WK on stage, throwing arms around him and shouting into his mic – some welcome, some less welcome, but all gestures borne of the best intentions. Several turned to Ramone to bow in deference.

He and WK churned out track after track without a lag in force, rolling through ‘I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend’  and ‘I Can’t Make It On Time’ with equal muscle. We shouted along to favorites ‘Beat on the Brat’ and ‘Rock ‘N’ Roll High School’, which, clearly, was where we were getting schooled.

A sweaty behemoth of a man who’d just been onstage dumped beer all over my leather jacket as he drunkenly barreled through. If this were any regular show, I’d spew choice words at him, but in the spirit of punk past and present, I chose to wipe off the beer and keep rocking.

10 Acts to Catch at Bonnaroo 2013

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[Originally published on Virgin.com, July 2013]

Among America’s music festivals, Bonnaroo continually flexes the most muscle. With a monster four-day lineup including everyone from Paul McCartney to Pretty Lights, culling a list of ten must-see acts was ridiculously difficult, but please enjoy our selections below.

10) Action Bronson

Portly, ginger-bearded rapper Action Bronson – no relation to Sir Richard – will be midway through his festival rounds by the time he reaches Bonnaroo. His rhymes are sure to deliver an irreverent New York City edge to the sweet southern crowd, jolting awake all passersby from their lunchtime beer daze. We hear Bronson doled out some green to the Coachella crowd on 4/20, but don’t expect any special treats at Bonnaroo (other than the performance itself, of course).

9) Superjam with RZA, DJ Jazzy Jeff, Schoolboy Q, Earl Sweatshirt, Solange, Chad Hugo & Special Guests

The potential for mind-blowing synergies abounds when hundreds of talented musicians converge in the middle of nowhere (no offense, Manchester, Tennessee). Last year’s Superjam with Questlove brought us D’Angelo‘s first public performance in over a decade, and this year’s collaborative rap-and-soul unit, impressive enough alone, will no doubt delight the audience with its own surprises.

8) Animal Collective

If we weren’t excited enough to simply catch this Maryland team of mammalian-monikered psych wizards, their late-night slot promises an experience beyond the norm. Animal Collective will take the stage from 2:00am to 4:00am, when our bodies will be tired but our minds fresh for a swim through their seascape of synths and layered echoes. That right there, that’s good scheduling.

7) Wu-Tang Clan

Iconic rap supergroup Wu-Tang Clan will no doubt put on one of the more  rambunctious sets of Bonnaroo. Even festival-goers less familiar with the Clan’s over 20-year history at least know some of its members, including GZA, RZA, Ghostface Killah and Method Man. We can’t envision any other band properly able follow their set, although perhaps Paul McCartney can do the job.

6) The Mowgli’s

This eight-piece Los Angeleno garage-pop group may not be anywhere near the top of Bonnaroo’s monstrous lineup, but expect them to climb up there eventually. Their catchy, feel-good ditty ‘San Francisco’ has been winning hearts left and right since the release of debut EP ‘Love’s Not Dead’ last fall. We’re predicting sing-alongs, silly stage antics, and a lot of “Wow, these guys rock!”

5) The National

Headlining major festivals is nothing new for melancholy Ohioans The National, who return to Bonnaroo following a celebrated set in 2010. New album ‘Trouble Will Find Me’ delivers another wallop of pensive emotion through lead singer Matt Berninger’s unique baritone, and we expect to see these songs wash over the crowd like aloe on a sunburn.

4) Death Grips

It’s mid-afternoon, and you’re feeling a little lethargic. Maybe you’ve just eaten a giant burrito, or maybe you just saw The National. Into your ears floods a heavy barrage of noise from Death Grips, and all of a sudden your nerves start tingling again. Described as a combination of rap, punk and straight-up electronic adrenaline – equipped only with drums, keys and singer MC Ride’s deep yell – the northern California threesome will undoubtedly deliver one of Bonnaroo’s weightier performances this year.

3) Foals

Alt-rock fans have been celebrating this British group since their mainstream emergence several years ago, and new album ‘Holy Fire’ provides many reasons to rejoice, including the infectious electric guitar hooks of ‘My Number’ and ‘Inhaler’. The only decision you face, dear fan, is whether to catch Foals or equally revered genre-mate Grizzly Bear, who play the same time-slot.

2) Bjork

For a touch of Cirque du Soleil in the middle of Tennessee, we recommend a visit to Bjork’s set on Saturday night. The experimental Icelandic songsmith used unconventional technologies to create her music on latest album ‘Biophilia’; indeed, Bjork’s specialty seems to be innovation through both sight and sound. Even for fans unfamiliar with her expansive catalog, the rare audio-visual experience alone will be worth the trek to her stage.

1) Alt-J

Arguably the year’s band-to-know, British foursome Alt-J promise to impress. Their Mercury Award-winning debut album ‘An Awesome Wave’ features song after song of unpredictable, fresh rock musicianship, showcased through favorites ‘Breezeblocks’ and ‘Tessellate’. Don’t be surprised when the entire crowd sings along to ‘Fitzpleasure’, and it will be at this moment when you realize a Bonnaroo wristband was one of your smartest investments this year.

10 Things We Learned at Bonnaroo 2013

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[Originally published on Virgin.com, June 2013]

1) Time management skills are invaluable.

With an unbeatable lineup, Bonnaroo offered perhaps too much of a good thing squeezed into four days. Planning the daily schedule was an exercise in sacrifices and painful prioritizing. To see Foals or Grizzly Bear? Purity Ring or Django Django? To catch half of one and half of the other? Only the headliners afforded us a true break in planning, when no other acts were scheduled. We generally had to settle for quantity over duration in order to catch all our favorites, but duration is what real concerts are for, right? Who needs ’em.


2) There are new reasons to be excited about music!

No matter how cynical you may be about “new” music, Bonnaroo showed us that we have nothing over which to fret. After all, while the headliners were no doubt stellar performers in their own right – that Paul McCartney guy seemed fairly talented – it was truly the meat of the lineup that delighted and inspired. New-ish bands like Alt-J, Twenty One Pilots and Lord Huron, and really new acts The Mowgli’s and Alice and the Glass Lake, gave us an encouraging glimpse at all the blossoming musical goodness on the horizon.


3) Bonnaroo is birthday-suit-friendly.

Boobs. Everywhere. Some painted, some with pasties, some just bare and flopping free. After a while, we stopped saying “boobs!” each time a pair walked by; it’s not that the novelty wore off, but pointing them out just became unnecessary. They have this weird way of finding your eyes first, especially when they’ve been painted to look like eyes.


4) Everyone loves a surprise.

This one comes with an asterisk: Mumford & Sons fans may not have enjoyed surprises as much as the rest of us this weekend. The band decided to pull out of the festival at the last minute in light of bassist Ted Dwane’s recent surgery. Luckily, Jack Johnson was on hand, incidentally, as a surprise guest for ALO’s late night set. The festival organizers asked him to fill in for Mumford as a headliner, and even though Johnson hadn’t played with his band in over a year, he flew them out for a more-or-less impromptu headlining slot on only a days’ notice. If that isn’t impressive musicianship (and bravery), we’re not sure what is.


5) Never forget to bring your stage antics.

One thing we noticed this weekend was that, no matter how great a band might be musically, if they can’t put on a good show, they may not belong at Bonnaroo. This is tough love, to be sure, but several performances left us shrugging in indifference. Cat Power, for one, belted out an impressive vocal range, but she shuffled around so awkwardly on stage that we ended up feeling a little uneasy and embarrassed. Luckily, many of Bonnaroo’s acts actually charmed our pants off: Action Bronson sauntered through the crowd and bought drugs off a fan; Macklemore & Ryan Lewis talked smack at us like cool older brothers; and Bernhoft helped shave a female fan’s head onstage. You got our attention, fellas.


6) Don’t rely on the stage antics.

In some cases, good musicianship does matter more than stage antics, and this is especially true when standing too far away to actually see the act. We’re thinking of Bjork here; the experimental songstress absolutely killed her set on the main stage, but only if within 300 feet could one even see her do it. Rather than a live feed, the jumbo screens instead projected animated scenes from her ‘Biophilia’ album, making for a somewhat dissonant experience, but one for which her knockout musical performance easily compensated.


7) Hawaiian shirts are coming back?

We have some awkward news to report, and it’s that oversized hawaiian shirts are coming back into vogue. Or, perhaps not into vogue, but into that gray area where irony is celebrated and ugliness is accepted as chic. Ladies and gents alike brought aloha spirit to the Tennessee farm with boxy tiki florals, some knotted at the waist, some buttoned with shorts, some left open. After spotting the first few, we had to ask ourselves, “Is this a thing now?” Well, it’s a thing. It’s weird, and it’s a little late to the Beach Boys performance of Bonnaroo 2012, but whatever.


8) We may be in the early stages of an Australian invasion.

Name a band from Australia. Do it. You probably can’t think of more than four or five if you try hard enough. This may change, however, as Bonnaroo brought several impressive Aussie bands to our attention this weekend. Psych-rockers Tame Impala, while not particularly new, have been gathering stready momentum in the States, as evidenced from the huge crowd captivated by their evening set.Fivesome rock operation The Rubens, buoyed by newfound popularity in Australia, made their debut in the U.S. just days before their Bonnaroo slot; and electro-pop outfit Empire of the Sun drew a sizable crowd to its trippy late-night set. Spreading diplomatic goodwill in the form of live music.


9) When the going gets hot, the hot dress better.

Whereas the humid Bonnaroo heat forced most attendees to wear as little clothing as possible (see item…..), others bucked all practicality in favor of absurdly warm attire. Spandex morph suits, animal costumes, furry boots, and even a fur coat, which Macklemore coaxed from a fan, wrapping it around himself onstage and dubbing it a dead “Tennessee bobcat.” We’re guessing this sort of extraordinary dress is merely intended as a conversation-starter (it worked for the Macklemore fan), because there is no other explanation for such masochism.


10) Attitude is everything.

Music festivals like Bonnaroo are wonderful in part because of that which the people bring. No, we don’t mean drugs.. this time. A festival can easily be defined by the shows you catch, but it’s the people around you that define the experience of attending the show. Some people covet their personal bubble. Across the board, we found that those with the most carefree attitude had a better experience. High fives abounded, those dancing smiled the most. We find Roo to have one of the most natural community environments, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Review of Maya Vik @ Pianos NYC

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[Originally published on Virgin.com, April 2013]

A mop of illuminated blonde curls bobbed around on the stage, visible through the grimy door of Piano’s back bar. The Lower East Side venue is small, to be sure, and the perfect trial run for breaking artists like Norwegian pop vixen Maya Vik. But the movement-inducing music pulsing from Vik and her two bandmates could have found a cozier home at Webster Hall or the Bowery Ballroom that night, and, one day, probably will.

Here’s the pitch: Scandinavian-dance-pop-chick-bassist. Or: the lovechild of Prince and Debbie Harry. Either fits. Vik moves like the The Artist and plays like someone who’s done her homework, lusting after that A in Rock Star 101. To the relief of the onlookers, her performance was bereft of the awkward posturing or self-conscious eye contact characteristic of other budding artists, freshly impressed to navigate the concept of good stage presence. But this makes sense, because Vik, in truth, is no stranger to the stage.

Voted Norway’s most beautiful woman by Norwegian ELLE Magazine (ELLE Mann) in 2007, Vik has been a sight for sore eyes on bass since the mid 2000’s, playing with bands Montée, Furia and Savoy (lead by Paul Waaktaar-Savoy, of equally Norwegian band a-ha). Only recently has she taken the fore, lending her airy vocals to distinctly 80’s synthy pop-funk tracks. That night, we were celebrating the release of her new EP ‘On It’.

At Pianos, Vik’s dance partner was a white Fender, which she plucked and slapped so effortlessly that at times we wondered whether she might be the stealthiest bass player we’d ever seen. She slinked through Prince’s ‘G-Spot’ into her own chill ‘Oslo Knows’ off first album ‘Chateau Faux-Coupe’, and then to an even more laid-back, R&B-flavored ‘Daydreaming’. Whereas some artists deliver her brand of new wave funk in a predictable package, Vik and her mates kept it fresh; the upbeat ‘Nuts At The Wedding’ unraveled into a minutes-long prog session, drawing a round of hoots from the crowd, and served to better showcase the musicianship beneath Vik’s easy-pleasing pop performance.

While Vik’s stage show and catalog aren’t exactly pushing any musical envelopes, her delivery was professional-grade, her band mates wove a buoyant, dynamic soundscape, and, dare we say, we had fun. A survey of the crowd told us our intuition wasn’t far off, here. We have a feeling Vik’s foray through the New York club scene this week won’t be her last.

Ten Things We Learned at Firefly 2013

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[Originally published on Virgin.com, July 2013]

1) We’re getting bored of rock headliners.

Electronic sets ruled the weekend, no doubt. Firefly offered a stellar array of rock headliners – The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Alabama Shakes, Red Hot Chili Peppers, to name a few – but the crowd’s energy fizzled only a couple hundred feet back from the stage for most of these artists. What gives? Blame the rest of the lineup, perhaps, which was otherwise saturated with alt-pop and dance acts.

2) Flowers and flag prints: put ‘em on!

True to America’s preconceived notions about music festivals, flower crowns were everywhere. And if there weren’t floral wreaths, there were headbands and other sorts of ornaments keeping hair out of faces. Wait, was that an American flag-printed bandana? Double-whammy, my friend. The stars and stripes were also eh-veh-ree-where this weekend. But the important question here is: is it blasphemous to let flag-printed shorts touch the ground?

3) Size matters.

In Firefly’s second year of existence, attendance doubled. Good news for Firefly, but inarguably bad news for everyone there. The bottleneck to get into the festival solicited some very uncouth traffic practices from guests, but that’s what happens when an otherwise hourlong drive turns into a six-hour standstill in the middle of nowhere (no offense, Dover). Unless you drove in the night before, you could forget about seeing any of the bands who played before dinnertime on the first day. That included The Neighbourhood, Twenty One Pilots, and Django Django. For shame.

4) Sick happens.

The Lumineers and Earl Sweatshirt were last minute no-shows due to illness, and Passion Pit ended their set early due to allergies. Building on Mumford & Sons’ sudden withdrawal from Bonnaroo the weekend before, well, there’s nothing to conclude other than the fact that musicians get sick. It happens. Hopefully you weren’t big fans!

5) Silent discos are even better in the woods.

One of the favorite in-between-set activities was, hands down, the Silent Disco. If you’ve never participated in one, you’re missing out on one of life’s silliest, most awkward and simultaneously joyous pleasures. Better yet is a silent disco in the woods. Four walls of trees, damp earth, eery strobes, and the echoes of half-assed lyrics to Icona Pop’s ‘I Love It’ bouncing off silently flailing bodies. What’s not to love about that?

6) EDM and real instruments make the best of friends.

A few bands brought a fresh edge to EDM at Firefly by incorporating live instruments into their set, and it was awesome. Instead of looping in the organic sounds as most electronic performers might, acts like Big Gigantic and Passion Pit used sax and live drums to complement what otherwise should have been a purely electronic set, giving their performances more texture and depth.

7) Unsettled ground is unsettling.

For reasons yet to be determined, the earth at Firefly was pretty weird. Wide swaths of dirt throughout the festival would bounce back – yes, bounce – under whomever walked through them, giving the sensation of at once being back in kindergarten gymnastics class and also plummeting to one’s death.

8) Have awesome lights, have awesome performance.

Even a stone-cold-sober Firefly attendee could attest to the impressiveness that was MGMT’s trippy LED animations, which should have minimized the amount of dancing because of their mesmerizing spell, but didn’t, because, well, it was MGMT playing. Zedd and Big Gigantic paired their deep basslines with bright pulses, and Foster The People’s minimalist but high-impact lighting dazzled in the final headlining slot. Entertaining and captivating all at once, it was.

9) Bro-stivals exist.

Okay, Red Room had a great time at Firefly, but it’s no secret that the festival is kind of a bro scene. Attendance draws upon the metropolitan areas of DC and Philadelphia, as well as nearby universities, and, sorry guys, but you’re all on the preppier side of life. This fact did not necessarily detract much from the infectious carefree feeling that comes standard with a sleepaway live music environment, but Firefly has a way to go before it becomes the boobs-out, high-five-everyone, love-everything celebration that is Bonnaroo or Coachella. But perhaps that’s not the point, and perhaps Firefly is meant to carve out a special bro niche in the festival market.

10) It’s okay to pretend it’s 2007.

At one point during Firefly, Red Room realized that an interesting number of the acts in the lineup became popular around 2007. Vampire Weekend, MGMT, Matt & Kim, Grizzly Bear, and Tom Petty (kidding). A particularly good year for music, maybe? Feel free to argue. In any case, these bands apparently harnessed some staying power, and the guests at Firefly seemed more than happy to relive the songs that made them popular in the first place.