Barring some truly unfortunate and unexpected mishap, I will be leaving Seattle on Wednesday morning at the ass crack of dawn to attend my first-ever Maryland Deathfest. I have to add that “mishap” caveat because two members of our original contingent of five Seattle travelers have already had to bail out, the most recent one due to a wrist fracture over the weekend that necessitates surgery tomorrow. So I’m not counting on anything until my butt (and the plane carrying it) lands on the East Coast.
Assuming I make it to Baltimore, there will likely be fewer posts the rest of this week than usual. I don’t plan on spending as much time scouring the web for new music or patiently listening to new releases for review purposes. Also, one of my NCS colleagues — BadWolf — will be at MDF, too, so I’m not expecting much out of him either. Correction: I do expect him to keep me out of jail and out of hospital emergency rooms.
We might have some photos, we might not. We might have some interviews, we might not. We might write some show reviews, but we might not. In other words, this really isn’t a blog-related project, and if the burden of writing about what we’re seeing and hearing interferes with the enjoyment of the moment (or with sleep), you can guess what’s going to take priority.
I have given some thought to writing a short daily travelogue. Nothing fancy, mind you, just some random descriptions of the event and personal encounters with people on site (including such miscreants as NCS contributors KevinP and SurgicalBrute), since I’ll be experiencing everything for the first time. But since my observations may not necessarily include anything approaching reviews of the music, I’m not sure how interesting it would be, so I’m still mulling it over. We’ll see.
I confess that I’m somewhat nervous, in addition to being tremendously excited. Being immersed in big crowds of people isn’t my favorite thing. Neither is standing in line. I’m also old and decrepit and I’m wondering whether my body and energy levels are going to hold up for 5 very late nights and 4 afternoons of this festival and everything happening around it. But I’m going to do my damnedest to make the most of it.
For my little Seattle contingent plus BadWolf, everything begins happening on Wednesday night — we’ve got tickets to the pre-fest party at the Ottobar that night, with performances on tap by Noisem, Seattle’s own Black Breath, Misery Index, and Immolation. And, shit, that’s not even part of the main festival. Here’s the poster for that beast:
I’d be tempted to fly across the country just for this show, but what comes after it is even more mind-blowing — 100 bands in all, if you include the Sidebar shows, and among them are many I thought I’d never get to see (and may never get to see again).
Anyway, wish me luck. And if any of you past guest contributors out there (or potential new ones) feel like writing anything to take up the expected slack this week, shoot me an email (it’s on the Contact page). Even if I can’t manage to write much myself, I should still have time to pretty-up and post what others may send me.