The Library grounds literally felt like a Cold Cave. It was quite cold – ominous, spectral fog poured in off the ocean, such that Abe Vigoda’s front man cracked, “More fog machine, please” (sic) – and cave-like, as the Library sits in a canyon.
Actually, in retrospect, it wasn’t so bad. More like a Damp Grotto.
Anyway, don’t just take our word for it. Here’s a pics from our pal Dan Newell.
Hey, here’s Abe Vigoda:
The show itself was fun, and to this van-dwelling, patchouli-lovin’ guy, I must say I was thoroughly enraptured by Vetiver. They easily shape-shifted from catchy, almost Mersey-beat pop to technically-slinky guitar runs that ran like technicolor rivers through the tunes. So much so, in fact, I turned to John the Sound Guy and say, “Man, they sound like the Dead, circa ’71.” John agreed. (John always agrees with me, though; I tend to give him a cookie when he’s doing a good job. John’s agreement is Pavlovian.)
After their show, and six brews deep, I said to the Veitver drummer, “You guys sound like the Dead, circa ’71.” He said, “Yeah, we get that sometimes.”
Speaking of which, how kind is Jerry in this? (below)