AFS Cinema
Finding Gold in a Dust Bowl
My friends back East don’t fully get it. “No, it’s a festival that’s pretty much Downtown,” I tell them. “I wake up and eat eggs before I walk down there. I go to sleep in my own bed after a shower.” I imagine their minds circling around some mythical, concrete-jungled Bonnaroo. To the untrained eye, the Austin City Limits Music Festival is a logistical impossibility.
It’s that perception that makes this festival such a treasure. Whereas most festivals take place in no-man’s-lands like Coachella, Calif. and Manchester, Tenn., ACL is just as conversely accessible. It’s not in our city’s backyard; it’s smack-dab in the middle of the damn lawn. Twice in three days I walked out my back door and arrived before I could say Abigail Washburn & the Sparrow Quartet featuring Bela Fleck. No wonder my roommate woke me up Friday morning and said, “This is just like Christmas morning for you, isn’t it?”
This year’s cut offered an esteemed lineup: one guy used to front the Talking Heads; another headed Creedence Clearwater Revival; a third stood at the center of Led Zeppelin; and one guitarist was the beatkeeper in Nirvana. The weekend featured Pharrell Williams and Danger Mouse, two producers doing more to blend hip-hop with rock music than Run-DMC could have ever imagined, and Erykah Badu, the neo-soul movement’s most prolific contributor.