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The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises

The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Mike Brooks

There is no physical way you could carry or wear enough clothing to properly prepare for Texas weather. I thought at the beginning of the day that a sweater might have been overkill. About two hours later I felt distinctly underprepared. Actually, given that it was too much in warm weather and soaked up all of the wet weather into a delightful cold body-clinging number, a sweater is probably the worst idea. Anyway: what should you wear to a Texas outdoor event? I'll need pants, but possibly shorts, so some of those easy-remove stripper pants with shorts underneath is probably the convenient solution. I'll need footwear that is both sandal and waterproof boot. And a raincoat t-shirt. Superman managed lots of quick costume changes in challenging conditions (a phonebooth), so I guess it's not beyond any of us. Although he did have super powers.--Gavin Cleaver


See also: -The Best from 35 Denton Night Two: Metal Wrestling and Fence Repair -The Best from 35 Denton Night One: The Dancing, The Technological Advances and The Artisanal Jello Shots -Interviews with Vendors, Bands, Policemen and Fans about What Makes Denton Great -The Stage Crew Diaries: A Tribute to the Volunteers of 35 Denton

The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Rachel Watts

The perfect house show in Denton often showcases one of the following a) indoor furniture being used as outdoor b) keg and c) Ryan Thomas Becker. Yesterday, the Human Parquat Party had all of the above. It also had a free-standing, shockingly not-gross porta-potty, a tree house, chlie-shaped Christmas lights, and an unattended dog that was leashed to a six-pack of Pacifico. Which is now a new favorite metaphor for Denton joy: animals attached to beer. --Nick Rallo

Ryan Thomas Becker, Tony Ferraro and Grady Sandlin are troopers. At a house show, they played with the band Treelines, and with Daniel Markham next. It has to have been their sixth, seventh or even eighth sets of the weekend. I stood in awe as I wondered how all of their hands weren't bleeding. I remembered what this festival is all about, take a swig of my beer and keep rocking out. --Rachel Watts

The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Rachel Watts

As the storm was looming towards Denton, the growing clouds didn't seem to stop the crowd at A.Dd+ from full-out rave-dancing throughout the set. We were so overtaken by the duo, the middle section of the crowd full with hula hoops, that we were going beyond mere suggestions from the mic of, "putting your middle fingers in the air," or just putting your hands up. Sometimes your body bobs and sways to the music, other times it's a less voluntary reaction of pumps and jumps.

Someone nearby says, "Man, these kids are feeling this." And I guess that's how you know it's real. Hula hoops. --Deb Doing Dallas


The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Stephen Masker

At this point, it was almost fate that 35 Denton would get some rain. Last year was so cold and misty that everyone's socks were permanent sponges. Last night was a different animal. Gray clouds were rolling through the sky like a bunch of trains, and they unleashed a handful of silent, summery lightning bolts. Moments later, the house show we were at was a deluge and musicians from Sealion and Treelines were shouting, laughing and scattering in the rain. It was spontaneous, wild and perfect. (NR)


It's a logistical pain in the ass, for sure, but a little adverse weather can do wonders for camaraderie. At the height of the downpour, when you could go from dry to dripping in a matter of seconds, Dan's Silverleaf was warm and dry. It felt like a tavern at the end of some long road, with musicians and fans boisterously drinking beer and laughing. --Kiernan Maletsky


The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Mike Brooks

As the entire festival made their way down to The Hive to see The Cannabanoids with Sarah Jaffe, the line loomed as large as the storm. Looking around, you could see people on their phone texting to try and avoid it, scanning for a back door entrance. It would have been laughable considering the size of the crowd. But once you actually made it inside, it was a who's who of resourcefulness. Extreme weather conditions are some sort of Darwinian test of music festival natural selection. It's not always who you know. Sometimes it's just how you approach that security guy.

The Granada's Gavin Mulloy a perfect example. He approached the back entrance. Security simply looked at him and said, "Sir, you don't have any credentials." Mulloy, who did not even have the festival wristband at this point, said, "I know! I never do." Moments later, we were at the bar together.

Once everyone was inside and out of the tempest, spirits seemed intact. I heard little complaint of waiting or rain. And the beating water on The Hive's metal roof added a warmth to the quiet moments between songs, especially during The Cannabanoids set. Mother Nature joining a band of machines set quite a sonic picture. (DDD)  

The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Mike Brooks

Killer Mike's most killer bit of crowd banter: "God bless Texas barbecue!" I hope Gavin was there.(JH)


Solange was the buzz, but none took the crown of the day more confidently in that rainy warehouse than Killer Mike. Even pointing out a girl throughout the show in front who he deemed a Knowles fan but who was "really fucking with him" by the end. As the opening bars of "I Ain't Never Scared," came on he looked to us and said, "SEE! SHE IS GOING CRAZY!" And he was right. We all were. (DDD)


The weather forced many of us into The Hive for long stretches of the evening. As you have doubtless heard, the cost of booze there is exorbitant. I, by fortune, found myself in Wal-Greens, looking for some to-go offerings. And there it was, something I (newcomer) had never seen before: Big Flat. $3.23 for a six-pack, or 53 cents per beer. It's a little sour and overly carbonated, but nothing tastes as good as sharing a drink with a few friends for the collective cost of one third of a pint of Shiner. (KM)


It was a very different day for us as a team today, as what was anticipated to be a relaxing day of outdoor music quickly became a scramble to figure out what the hell was going on, with misinformation and rumor flying around everywhere. Our jobs turned into a lot of chasing up and helping everyone find out what was actually occurring. We could only relax from that state when we saw Solange finally come on stage at the Hive, rescheduled from the outdoor stages, and then the rest of the evening could continue as normal. It was a good job all around. But bring back the predictably scheduled music, for God's sakes. What are we, some sort of public service? (GC)


I've experienced two earthquakes that registered 5+ on the Richter scale, but the floor rumblings about 12:30 at J&J's was more bone-rattling than either. I just wanted some pizza but I had to check out what was going on down in the basement. It was Communion, a heavy doom trio with more Marshall amps than I could count. The bass was excessive in the best way. Eventually the shirtless drummer, whose beard and chest piece could also qualify as excessive, grimaced, gripped his wrist and shook his head. Tendinitis. --Jesse Hughey


The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Mike Brooks

The grass on the Square itself is underused, I feel. There's one stage, which seems to be hosting country-style ol' timey folk, but there could be four stages, each facing out in a different direction from the sides of the major building in the center of the Square, and each offering something wildly different. They could interact. We could have hamster-style tubing between each of the four stages, allowing for quick transfer of musicians for special guest appearances. Some stages could try and drown out others, in a battle for fans. You could stand at the corner of the Square and watch two bands at once. Aurally, it might not be as good, but you'd get an instant mash-up, without the need for YouTube! Or you could just have one huge stage, and only offer it to four-member bands, who play their gig, but with one on each side of the square stage. We'll see which bands really have the know-how when they can't see or hear each other properly. (GC)


The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Rachel Watts

You don't see Vulgar Fashion coming. At first glance, with their Man-Behind-the-Programming (Ethan Kath, who looks like Indie Mario) and solo singer look, you'd assume they've got any old Pitchforky, Beach Housey, Panda Bear-y, sound. No. These people can illicit a dance. A rock dance. Their set at Hailey's was killer, and when Alice Glass waded into the crowd the camera flashes illuminated fake blood on her face. (NR)

Local artist Mike West and his girlfriend were holding hands as they ripped through the crowd at the Vulgar Fashion show, with only two or three songs left, and barged to the front of the stage, where they proceed to dance like insane people. Both of them were dressed in funky, unusual get-ups and people around them just stared for a few seconds before their dancing unleashed an inevitable wave of "cut loose-ness" on the whole crowd, who was now bobbing, swaying and dancing around them. (RW)


Kyle from Houston came to see Brain Gang perform, but was more impressed by K. Flay. "I came to see my cousin jam with Brain Gang and ended up staying to see the next show," says Kyle. "She was the best female performer I have seen yet, and really knows how to represent her city."

K. Flay's drummer, Nick Suhr, rocked harder than anyone I've seen this weekend, and knew just how to complement Kristine Flaherty without overpowering her. "I've been playing since I was 10, right after my mon bought me my first drum set," says Suhr. "Kristine is like my family, and it's been a great journey playing with her."

The crowd went nuts for K. Flay's sensational lyrics combined with Suhr's outstanding drum solos, and it was the highlight of the stormy night. --Megan Morris


"I want to pound some pussy!" screamed a college-age dude around 1 a.m. just south of the square. Three ladies walking by only laughed. So cross that one off your list of pickup lines, fellas.(JH)


The Best of 35 Denton Night Three: Thunder and Other Noises
Stephen Masker

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