Cotton Jones at Monolith.
Cotton Jones may be riding the last wave of enthusiasm for indie-alt-country. But as I said before, there’s something very authentic about them. Clearly their buzz factor is growing, as people either shuffled down into the Red Rocks visitor center right after The Walkmen, skipping M. Ward, or saw a few minutes of Mr. Ward before deciding to scurry to catch Cotton Jones.
Indeed, the intimacy that probably would have served M. Ward well was afforded to Cotton Jones, who soaked up the attention of every plaid-shirted soul in the room with Michael Nau and Whitney McGraw’s beautiful harmonies.
Keep an eye on these guys (and gal) — they’re a little bit country and a little bit rock & roll, but a whole lot of awesome.
Monolith Festival: Girl Talk.
Attempting to enjoy Girl Talk in the rain.
Don’t scratch your eyes out (like I was tempted to do during Girl Talk), this full-action shot of Hans, friend of Intern Whisperer, doesn’t quite do his moves justice. Beyond the merit of his stunning gyrations, the effort is doubly impressive given the chilly evening, chilly rain, and cheerleader music (or, how my former coworker @dive_bar describes Girl Talk).
Indeed, while Mr. Talk allowed fans onstage to feign the enthusiasm normally reserved for a warm cluuuub, I’m pretty sure he just popped his CD into his laptop and hit “play.” What a live show! Girl Talk! Twisting knobs (not a sexual innuendo) for the low, low price of $25,000+!
Unless dude-man brought the pacifiers, someone will need to explain his value and appeal to me.
Girl Talk at Monolith. Twisting knobs and such: