On Friday, August 25th, the THING Festival returned to Port Townsend, WA, for its third season. The three-day event, curated by Adam Zacks of the Seattle Theatre Group, showcased an eclectic lineup on two main stages and three associated venues. One festival-goer described the experience as "a mostly chill-out menagerie." Of the two stages, the Jeremiah Green stage memorialized the Modest Mouse drummer who tragically succumbed to cancer in early 2023.
The Caverns is proud to announce it’s first, full capacity outdoor show featuring Fleet Foxes on Sunday, July 31st at The Caverns Amphitheater. The venue, originally opened in the fall of 2020 as a socially-distanced venue in response to COVID-19 with limited capacity, will now host full capacity crowds of up to 5,500 guests per show with an estimated 10 shows in 2022, and 30 shows in 2023.
Robin Pecknold brings light to the bleakest of winters with Fleet Foxes’ A Very Lonely Solstice, a 13-track career spanning collection recorded in December 2020, at Brooklyn, NY’s St. Ann & the Holy Trinity Church. A Very Lonely Solstice is out digitally this Friday, December 10th and available to preorder now on limited edition colored vinyl & CD in the Fleet Foxes store with orders expected to ship in Spring 2022.
It’s hard to figure out what's good when so much new material is coming at you. For the cerebral prestige partying crew, there is no room in the summer to simply spend money on bands that don’t matter. With Pitchfork Music Festival right around the corner, let’s have some fun. Let’s play three truths and a lie. Can you guess which of these four fun facts are NOT true?
There’s always been something mythical about Fleet Foxes’ music; those intricate harmonies and swelling arrangements intertwined with frontman Robin Pecknold’s often-lofty poetry convey intimacy while conjuring up Homeric images of cloudy mountain forests, stormy seas, and some connection to the spirit of the earth long-since forgotten. As such, there’s a risk when bringing their music to the stage that something will get lost in translation.
Trudging into the Independent on yet another cold, appropriately misty San Francisco night, I was quite honestly exhausted and wishing I was in my bed. While I had been wholly captivated by Father John Misty at Outside Lands last month...my bed was so warm. However, I made the adult decision to stay and enjoy the show. Thank God I did.