• Pavement ATP review from my mini zine (in which I don't actually review Pavement)

    22 Jun 2010, 13:23 by hellocatfood

    Fri 14 May – ATP curated by Pavement

    The following small reviews are taken from my mini zine, which you can find here on issuu and on flickr

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    From Friday 14th May to Sunday 16th May I was in Minehead for my first ever ATP festival, this one curated by Pavement. Like most of my music I discovered Pavement only months or weeks before they split up. I was completely wowed by Shady Lane and then my dreams shattered when they broke up. When I first heard the announcement that they had reformed I knew that I'd have to see them no matter the cost. That cost turned out to be £170 plus around another £80 for travel, food, and other festival expenses. It was all worth it. What followed was a weekend of wine, friends and seeing many bands that I hadn't heard of before in addition to one of the best gigs that I have ever been to... this year.

    Part of me wished that I had instead just gone to their (much cheaper) gig in London. …
  • ATPavement - A story of love neither lost nor found. Lots of bonding though.

    18 May 2010, 14:11 by gaz_

    Fri 14 May – ATP curated by Pavement

    NB: I have maybe (definitely) taken some liberties with regards the 3rd person narrative of Omar Souleyman.

    Friday, May 14th

    7:20 am and the alarm on my N95 rolls into action, screeching at me to get out of bed. Only 6 hours earlier I was hearing about how the Red Baron shot down Nigel Farage's plane on the day of the UK General Election. With a mixture of excitement and great regret for being alive to the world this early I packed and set off on my 200-or-something mile car journey to the Western backwaters of Minehead.

    The epic slog across the country, as I would later discover, paled insignificant compared to Omar Souleyman’s trip in the back of a U-Haul van all the way from Syria. One can only imagine how a man who showed no signs of speaking a word of English was invited to travel to play at Pavement’s festival.

    Flopping out of the brave Nissan Micra like a tin of old sardines my friends and I set upon signing in and collecting our key cards for our rooms. …