Here’s Some Advice From a Man Who Never Quite Did It Right: Clockwise Circle Pit’s Guide to Maximizing Your Good Times at Louder Than Life

November 30, 2024August 26, 2025 / Rev. Joel / 5 Comments

NOTE: This post has been updated to add one very important FAQ, which I only realized last night (8/11/25) that I’d overlooked. You can find it immediately following the Simpsons meme. Thank you for your attention to this matter!

I’ve written a lot about Louder Than Life since I started this blog, and I’m gonna write a lot more about it in the future, and surprise, motherfucker, the future is now! I was writing about Day Three recently when it occurred to me that I’ve never seen a comprehensive guide of tips and tricks intended for first-time attendees, so I decided to create the world I wanted to live in, and here we are.

*Thankfully, this future isn’t here yet. It sure feels nigh as fuck sometimes, though.*

I’m not gonna lie, it’s pretty fuckin long. WordPress estimates a 35 minute read time. Clockwise Circle Pit cannot accept any responsibility for falls caused by your legs falling asleep if you try to read the entire thing in one toilet-sitting. I can be very long-winded when I’m passionate about the subject, and I will not apologize for that. I understand completely if you don’t wanna proceed any further. Thanks for your time, and feel free to check out some of my other posts, both here at Clockwise Circle Pit, or at my old blog Stay Heavy. I haven’t posted anything there in a little over 5 years, but it still gets more regular traffic than this site. Anyhoo…

Some of these tips may seem obvious to you, and many of them seem obvious to me, but if I’ve learned one thing in my 47 years on this plane of existence, it’s this: you can’t assume anything is obvious to anyone else, even if that same thing is blatantly obviously to you. Being a member of several LTL fan groups on facebook has confirmed that statement to be 100% factual. Many of these tips will apply to any outdoor festival experience, but some of them are specific to Louder Than Life. Without further ado…

Q: What the heck is Louder Than Life?

Louder Than Life is a four-day music festival held in Louisville, Kentucky in late September. It’s put on by a company called Danny Wimmer Presents, and they do a fuckin great job every year. I’ve never attended a multi-day festival put on by any other production company, but I’ve read many times over the years about how festivals put on by other companies pale in comparison to DWP festivals (*cough* Blue Ridge Rock Fest *cough*).

The first iteration was held in 2014 in Champions Park (also in Louisville, KY), and after it was cancelled in 2018 due to flooding, it was moved to its new home at the Highland Festival Grounds in 2019, where it has been ever since. It was cancelled in 2020 for some reason, and the second day was cancelled this year (2024) due to dangerously high winds from Hurricane Helene. Otherwise, it goes on rain or shine, and it’s a blast. The lineup is always a mixed bag, but if you like hard rock, heavy metal, punk rock, hardcore, and/or hip-hop, you’ll almost certainly find at least a few things to enjoy. It gets bigger and better every year. For me personally, 2024’s lineup was the best I’ve seen so far, and I’m still stoked that I got to be there.

Q: Who, exactly, are you, and why should I care what you have to say?

That’s a really good question. I’m just a dude who, when he is not actively attending Louder Than Life, is looking forward to attending the next Louder Than Life so much he can hardly stand it. I do not profess to be an expert, but I have attended every day of the fest for the past four years (plus one day in 2019) so I could certainly call myself a veteran “Loudmouth” at this point, even if I don’t sport the telltale neon lime green that many of the self-professed Loudmouths wear. I’ve made my fair share of mistakes over the years, and I’ve learned a thing or two along the way, so I figured I might as well put together my own comprehensive guide to help answer questions you may have about attending Louder Than Life. You’re welcome.

A quick note: I decided halfway through writing this to present it in the form of a FAQ, because I thought that would be funny, and I think I was right. You might disagree, and that’s okay. There’s still plenty of good advice here.

*I have to assume I would also be this.*

Q: Should I wear earplugs?

Good lord, yes. It’s not called Louder Than Life because things happen at a reasonable volume. I use Loop brand, but there are lots of quality options available that are designed specifically for concert settings, which is to say that they are designed to dampen the volume of the music without muffling it/making it sound shitty, and they allow you to have a conversation without having to remove them or scream absurdly loud to be heard. I didn’t know how they work, exactly, but I assume it’s your standard combination of science and magic.

At the very least, get some cheap foam jobbies from CVS or wherever. I’ve attended hundreds of live concerts over the past 31 years, and I very stupidly only started wearing earplugs on a regular basis about 10 years ago, and I promise you tinnitus is not a fun thing to deal with.

Q: Should I drink plenty of water?

Yes, you should drink plenty of water every day that you’re alive. This should absolutely go without saying, yet every year, people have to go to the medical tent to be treated for dehydration. You can bring an unopened bottle of water inside with you, and they have “hydration stations” located throughout the grounds. There’s no reason to not drink water. If you don’t wanna bother with carrying a water bottle in, I recommend bringing a couple of bottle caps in your pockets, because if/(hopefully)when you buy a bottle of water, they will take the cap off before giving it to you. I’m not 100% sure why they do this, and I’ve read a few different possible explanations, but all that really matters is that they do do it. (Haha, I said “do do”.)

Q: Should I pace myself?

Yes. Don’t get drunk too early. Get plenty of rest. It’s a marathon, not a sprint. This is especially true if you’re in it for the whole weekend, but even if you’re only going for one day, if you plan to be there for more than a couple of bands, it’s a very good idea to pace yourself and make time to rest.

Q: Should I bring a whole bunch of shit with me?

*I don’t even know how I would express myself if the Simpsons didn’t exist.*

I recommend travelling as light as possible. Clear backpacks are allowed, as are fanny packs under a certain size, and lots of people use those. I’ve tried both, but I ended up feeling kinda burdened, so I just wear cargo shorts to carry things I need on my person, including glasses case/sunglasses, beard comb, ink pen, Sharpie®, lip balm, and one or two bandannas. I say if you don’t need it, leave it outside the gates. If you might need it, get a clear backpack or a small fanny pack, or rent a locker on the premises. We did that for the first time this year, and it made things much easier, especially when the rains came.

I asked the missus if she had anything to add, and she recommended tissues, feminine hygiene products, hand sanitizer, deodorant*, and sunscreen. This is where the clear backpack and/or fanny pack and/or locker would come in handy. If you’re using the portajohns in GA, some wipes would probably be a good idea, too. A portable phone charger could potentially come in handy as well. I’ve taken one in before, but I didn’t need it, as I don’t really use my phone that much while I’m inside the gates. If you get a locker, those are equipped with chargers

*Please fucking wear deodorant.

Q: What kind of shoes should I wear?

I highly recommend close-toed shoes or boots, preferably waterproof. I had a pair of Merrells that served me well every year since 2021, but I had to retire them after surviving through this year’s fields of filth. Which reminds me, I’d also recommend a spare pair of socks, especially if rain is the forecast. You will almost certainly regret wearing flip-flops or sandals, especially if you’re attending more than one day.

Q: What will the weather be like?

Every year that I’ve attended (before this year), the temperatures have ranged from very warm to hot-as-balls, with minimal cloud cover. This year, the rain started falling toward the end of Day One, and it didn’t completely stop until well into Day Four. September in the Ohio River Valley tends to be extremely humid.

Speaking of September in the Ohio River Valley, if you have seasonal allergies, plan on suffering. I mean, take your medicine and all, but know that it will likely not be as effective as usual.

Q: What’s the scoop on shade and/or seating?

There’s not much shade available in the General Admission area, aside from the drink tents, and a bunch of selfish dickheads are definitely gonna be camped out in whatever little shade there is pretty much all day, so plan accordingly. You can hang out inside the big drink tents, but good luck finding anywhere to sit or put your drink down for a few minutes. Basically, if you need to sit down and you have GA passes, you’re most likely gonna have to sit on the ground, in the sun (you can bring a towel or a light blanket). There are picnic tables around, and the larger drink tents have tables and seating, but people in general are awful, and they won’t let you sit in the empty seat next to them, because their friend is just over at the main stage for 40 minutes, and that seat is for them when they get back.

There’s a big tent in VIP that provides a lot of shade, but people are even worse about claiming seats in there. I think many of them forget that everyone in VIP paid extra to be there, and I assume the rest are just assholes. Top Shelf has an air-conditioned tent and a double-level elevated seating area that is mostly shaded. We’ve never had a problem scoring a place to sit inside that tent, but seats on the elevated seating area can be harder to come by.

Q: Should I wear a hat?

Yes, you should absolutely wear a hat, or a bandanna, or some damn thing. Just make sure you cover your noggin. It would be wise to keep your ears covered as much as possible, too. Skin cancer likes earlobes. I used to wear a big dumb straw hat with a lanyard, so I could keep the sun completely off my big ol’ John Cougar Melonhead, and when the sun went down, I could just let the hat rest on my back. That sucked for a few reasons:

It’s a pretty dumb-looking hat.
It could pretty easily block the view of people behind me, and I try to be conscious of that.
Having the lanyard tugging on my neck while wearing the hat on my back got uncomfortable very quickly.
It’s too big to do anything with it besides wear it.

I got a new hat this year, and it looks kinda dumb too, but not as dumb. It’s much more practical, comfortable, and convenient. It’s a cooling bucket hat from a company called Mission. I receive no compensation from Mission, but I highly recommend you get a cooling bucket hat from Mission, and here’s why:

They come equipped with UPF 50 sunblock protection.
They come equipped with chemical-free cooling technology. Just get it wet, wring it out, and wave it in the air briefly, and you can experience cooling effects of up to 30° F (-1.1° C) for up to 2 hours.
They’re very lightweight, so the lanyard doesn’t tug on your neck as much when you’re wearing the hat on your back, and you can also fold them up and stuff them in one of your cargo pockets (or your clear backpack and/or fanny pack).
They’re machine washable.
They’re quite affordable, and they also come in handy for yard work, nature walks, outdoor parties, etc.

*Here’s me and the Missus. You see why I say my hat is kinda dumb-looking. Damned if isn’t practical, though, and as comfortable as a hat can be.*

Q: Should I research the lineup and try to learn about some new bands?

Fuck yes you should, bud! After the lineup drops, absolutely take some time to research the bands you’re not familiar with. We’ve discovered some new favorites just by checking out every single band every single year we’ve gone. We’ve also discovered some bands we do not want to be in the vicinity of at all, and that’s good knowledge to have as well. As I mentioned in a previous post, after the lineup gets released, I’ll make a list of all the bands, and on Saturday nights over the next few months, we’ll spend a chunk of time havin some drinks and watchin videos from all the bands. We’ll usually start with either the newest song or the song with the most plays on YouTube, and we’ll work our way through the lineup over the course of a month or two.

When we’ve made it through all four days, we’ll go back through and watch a second video of each band, this time focusing on older songs when possible/as needed. After we’ve finished a second run-through, we’ll go through the whole list once more, this time watching live performances from each band. We each assign a grade to every song, using the standard A-F grading scale used in public schools in the US.

After all three run-throughs, we’ll average out the grades, and anyone who averages a B- or better makes it onto our short list of bands we want to watch. In addition to learning about new bands and helping us make decisions, it also helps maximize our Louder Than Life-related excitement throughout the year.

The real challenge comes much closer to go-time, after the daily schedules get released. That’s when you find out that, for example, two of the bands you wanna see on Friday start at the same time on two different stages, and a third band from the short list starts playing on the other stage halfway through those sets. It can be a gut-wrenching experience. That leads me to my next tip…

Q: Should I brace myself for possible disappointment?

Oh my goodness, yes. You’re almost certainly gonna have to miss at least a couple of bands you wanna see, due to scheduling conflicts. It’s just the nature of the beast. When I have to decide, I take a couple of factors into account:

If I’ve seen one of the bands before, I’m usually gonna go with the one I haven’t seen. There are a few bands that don’t fit that scenario for me (I’ll always watch Clutch when they’re playing), but I cross that bridge when I come to it.
If a band is from another country (especially if they don’t tour the States often), they’ll almost always take precedence.

In addition to schedule-based disappointment, bands cancel every year, sometimes as late as the day of their scheduled performance. As discussed above, there’s also the possibility of weather-based cancellations and delays. All disappointing. All things you have to learn to be okay with.

Q: So how do the stages work?

There are a total of five stages. Main Stage 1 and Main Stage 2 are side-by-side, and while one band is playing, the next band is setting up and sound-checking on the other stage. There’s a five-minute break between bands. No main stage bands will ever play at the same time, and no other band will ever overlap with the main headliner.

What used to be the “second stage” became two side-by-side stages a few years ago. This year, they were the Decibel Stage and the Revolver Stage. They work the same way as the main stages.

The third stage area/fifth stage (known as the Loudmouth Stage this year) is a single stage, so the breaks between bands are a bit longer.

A lot of people like to complain (imagine that) about such-and-such band being on one of the smaller stages because they think it’s not fair to that band. For example, Sum 41 headlined the Decibel Stage this year, and people are still bitching about it (“they did Sum 41 dirty, they should’ve been on the main stage, blah blah blah”). There was a huge crowd watching Sum 41, and I would definitely call their set a rousing success. The thing is, the crowd has to be spread out a bit, and having bigger bands headline the “second stage” while the #3 headliner is on the main stage is a great way to do that.

Speaking of complaining, and headliners, don’t complain about the headliners. It won’t do any good, and it makes you look like baby.

*If you haven’t watched* Wanderlust, you should change that ASAP. But only if you like to laugh.

Q: What about food?

I love food. There’s a lot of awesome food available for purchase inside the gates, and the portion sizes are often very large, but the prices are usually even larger. Think about the beloved brewpub in your town that charges 20 bucks for a sandwich, but that sandwich is big enough for two meals if you don’t gorge yourself. A lot of the vendors are like that, except that you won’t have anywhere to safely store your leftovers until you’re ready to eat them. There was one vendor this year who had a baloney sandwich for something like $25.They can go straight to hell with that nonsense, and frankly, I hope they went out of business.

My advice is to eat a big meal before you enter the gates for the day, so you won’t have to eat as much once you get inside. If you’re anything like me you’ll want to time it out so that you can empty your bowels before you get inside. I live my life trying to not use a toilet outside my home, especially if I’m not getting paid for it.

Q: Speaking of toilets, what’s the deal with toilets?

Easy there, Seinfeld. Portajohns are all you get in GA. They’re in the sun all day, and as you might imagine, they get progressively worse as the day goes on. The VIP area has air conditioned restrooms, and Top Shelf VIP has even nicer air conditioned restrooms, but you’ll still be sitting on a toilet that thousands of other people have sat upon and shat into (and sometimes upon).

Q: How much walking should I plan to do?

You should plan to walk a lot while you’re there. I recommend walking as much as possible every day, just in general, but I’m not your doctor or your father. If you don’t already walk much in your day-to-day life, it’s best to start doing it well before the festival begins so you can build up your strength and stamina. Why not start today? I’m not sure how big the festival grounds actually are, but I personally walked/danced for approximately 34 miles plus over the course of this year’s LTL, and as I mentioned above, one whole day was cancelled due to one of those famous Kentucky hurricanes. If I didn’t already walk 5-8 miles a day at my job, I almost certainly I would’ve been able to manage that.

Q: Where should I plan to sleep?

The City of Louisville is lousy with hotels and motels (it is a city, after all). There are several options located within walking distance of the festival grounds, but we always stay at the Galt House downtown, which is our preferred hotel anytime we’re in Louisville. Be advised that hotels are already filling up fast, and they are also charging a lot of money for that weekend, because capitalism. There are also a lot of hotels across the river in Indiana (New Albany, Jeffersonville, Clarksville, etc.), and I assume they don’t charge quite as much, but will have to drive or use a rideshare (more on that in the next FAQ).

Airbnb is also an option, I guess, but after my single experience booking an Airbnb, I’ll never do that again. I do know that a lot of locals leave town and rent out their houses/apartments for the weekend, so it is technically an option, but I’d rather not pay hotel prices to clean up after myself.

We spring for a suite, which includes a mini fridge and a wet bar. Having the extra space to spread out before we leave for the day and after we return for the evening really makes the weekend more enjoyable.

Camping in the campgrounds adjacent to the fest is also an option, but we’ve never done that, because Sheila doesn’t like to camp, and if I slept on the ground, I wouldn’t be able to stand fully upright. I do know that the campsites sell out very quickly (I think they’re already sold out, in fact), but you can also sign up for a wait-list.

I talked to a guy in 2021 who was sleeping in his car in a parking lot, and I’ve read accounts from others about doing that, but your safety and well-being are important to Clockwise Circle Pit, therefore, Clockwise Circle Pit can neither endorse nor recommend that solution.

Q: What about parking and/or transportation?

Parking is available on the property, and I think it costs 30 or 40 dollars per day. Yes, that is a lot of money to park your car for the day, but know that DWP does not set the prices for parking. I personally can’t imagine driving to and from an event like this, especially not four days in a row, but I’m not here to tell you what to do. Wait, that’s exactly why I’m here.

Other options are walking (if you’re staying close enough), renting one of those terrifying Lime scooters (if you’re staying close enough), or Lyft/Uber/other rideshare (we paid $30 for an Uber to our hotel about 8 miles away in 2019). The best option, in this asshole’s opinion, is getting a shuttle pass.

For the past 3 years, we’ve purchased a shuttle pass through Pegasus Transportation, and they pick up at the Galt House and the downtown Marriott and drop off about 100 yards from the gates. When you’re ready to leave, they pick you up at the dropoff point and take you back to the Galt House and the Marriott. When I was purchasing our package this year, all the hotel options I saw had an option to add a shuttle pass, and Pegasus Transportation was not mentioned in the description, so I’m not sure exactly how it’ll work, but it does seem like a shuttle could be an option for many of the hotels this year.

Q: Will some asshole take advantage of the situation and steal my phone/wallet/other stuff?

There’s a very good possibility of this. Assholes are everywhere, and people ruin everything. Based solely on my experience browsing Reddit and the facebook LTL fan pages, reports of phone thefts were lower this year than in 2023, but I plenty of people still got their phones swiped right out of their pockets (front pockets, even). I personally haven’t had an issue with that yet, but I also don’t generally pack into the deep crowd in front of the main stages, which is where I assume most of the thefts happen (more people = more opportunities to be piece of shit thief).

Q: Should I take advantage of the situation and steal someone’s phone/wallet/other stuff?

Of course not. Don’t be an asshole.

Q: How are the mosh pits?

I can’t answer this one with a lot of experience, because I’m too old for that shit, but I’ve been next to plenty of pits at Louder Than Life (especially at the smaller stages), and from what I’ve seen, people in the pits have generally respectful. Mostly push-pits and classic circle pits, with hardcore karate-style pits when appropriate. People seem to understand the cardinal rule of pits, which of course is if someone falls down, pick them up. Occasionally, a pit can get dangerous with surges and whatnot. This happened during Korn’s set on Day Four this year. The band had to stop playing for a bit, and the crowd was asked to take a few steps back so people would stop getting crushed. That happened after we left, but a lot of people were talking about it.

I was right next to this big ol’ lovefest in 2019. Andrew W.K. puts on one hell of a fun show.

The main things to remember while you’re in the pit also apply to everyday life:

Have fun.
Don’t be an asshole
If someone falls, help them up.
Don’t pull someone in if they don’t wanna be there.
Stay hydrated.
Nazi punks fuck off.

If you are in the pit and need assistance, or see someone who needs assistance, cross your arms in an “X” above your head. The first time I saw Sevendust (LTL2K21), they stopped their show because their singer, Lajon, saw someone making an “X” and told security about it, and they were able to get the person to safety. “X” marks the spot, friends.

Crowd surfing is commonplace and generally accepted, but a lot of people don’t do it right. If you insist on crowd surfing, the safest way to do it is the “Jesus Christ Pose”: arms out to the side, feet crossed. Don’t flail around like you’re having a seizure unless you want to increase the chances of kicking someone in the head, and your chances of getting dropped.

Speaking of “don’t”, don’t assume everyone will help you stay up once you go up. You paid good money to be there, and as long as you’re not hurting or harassing anyone, you should get to have fun in your own way. Likewise, everyone paid good money to be there, and they should also get to have fun in their own way, and if watching the bands they came to see while not getting kicked in the head while helping you crowd surf is their way of having fun, that’s something you need to be okay with.

The other side of that, of course, is not getting bent out of shape over crowd surfers if you plan to ride the rail directly in front of the stage. It’s not like you don’t know there’ll be crowd surfers, I just told you there will be. Some bands even encourage it. When we saw Anti-Flag (RIP) in 2022, they told the crowd they wanted us to make the security guards earn their paychecks, and holy shit, the number of bodies I saw being passed to the front was staggering.

If you’re deep in the pit area and you’re not crowd surfing, and you hear someone near you yell “heads up!”, this means a crowd surfer has been spotted in your area, and you should expect them to pass near you very soon, possibly directly overhead. Act accordingly.

One final thing about crowd surfing and pits (and day-to-day life in general): say you’re deep in the pit area, and you’re not crowd surfing, and you hear someone near you yell “heads up!”, and you look behind you and see a scantily clad lady coming your way, and you think to yourself “I like touchin butts, I think I’ll pass her forward and cop a feel”, fuckin think again, motherfucker.

I cannot believe this is a thing that ever has to be said, but I know it does, and it’s just one more example of, to quote Slipknot, “People = Shit”: DO NOT EVER TOUCH ANOTHER PERSON IN ANYTHING EVEN RESEMBLING AN INTIMATE WAY ON PURPOSE WITHOUT THAT PERSON’S PERMISSION. NOT A CROWD SURFER, NOT A MOSH PITTER, NOT A STRANGER ON THE STREET, NOT EVEN IF YOU’RE THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, NOT ANYONE, NOT ANY TIME, NOT EVER. If you insist on copping a feel on that scantily clad crowd surfer, don’t be surprised if you leave with fewer teeth than you came in with. Speaking of scantily clad crowd surfers…

Q: Should I expect to see people in various states of undress?

You should expect to see pretty much everything short of people having sex, and frankly, I’m a bit surprised I’ve never seen that. I’m absolutely sure it’s happened.

This year, it seemed like butts finally replaced boobs as the preferred skin for purposes of exposure, but unless you (or your child) are blind, you (and your child) will see asses and titties in all shapes and sizes. Don’t be such a prude, it’s just the human body. We all have one. And to reiterate from above: it doesn’t matter how much skin is exposed, and it doesn’t matter how drunk/high you are, and it doesn’t matter how horny you are, and it doesn’t even matter if you’re a former/future president of the United States, DO NOT EVER TOUCH ANOTHER PERSON IN ANYTHING EVEN RESEMBLING AN INTIMATE WAY ON PURPOSE WITHOUT THAT PERSON’S PERMISSION.

Quick side note: you’ll also see t-shirts and flags and banners and other things that may offend you, but no one cares. That’s also good advice for life outside the festival grounds.

Q: Is VIP/Top Shelf worth it?

I see this one asked a lot in the facebook fan groups and on reddit, and since I have experience with GA, VIP, and Top Shelf VIP, I feel like I’m qualified to answer. The “thing” about this question, though, is that phrase “worth it”. No other person can really know how much value you’ll find in something, but I can try to help you make that decision.

I’ve already covered a few of the downsides of General Admission, but all in all, it’s a fuckin great value, especially if you don’t drink alcohol (or don’t drink much alcohol) and you take my advice and eat a big deal before you enter the gates, and especially especially if you’re young and in relatively good shape. When we went for the one day in 2019, we got GA passes and by the end of the day it honestly felt like we might not make it. Temperatures topped out near 100° F (37.8° C), and being the first year on the new grounds, things were very open and exposed to the sun. Dust clouds erupted every time a pit broke out, and every single inch of shade was occupied all day. Also, the hand washing stations outside the portajohns were completely out of water, soap, and paper towels before the sun even went down.

We went the GA route again in 2021, and we both agreed afterward that if we were ever gonna go back, we’d have to upgrade to VIP so we could have access to shade, seats, and cleaner bathrooms.

We did just that in 2022, and I’m here to tell you, the fuckin joke was on us. The only real perk to VIP ended up being the better restroom facilities, because as I mentioned above, people are the worst, and no one would give up their precious chairs to anyone, for any reason, ever. I saw a pregnant woman walking around in the tent looking for a place to sit, for Chrissake, and not one person offered her any of the empty chairs at their tables, because they were saving them. There are a few food vendors inside VIP that are not available anywhere else, but there’s no shortage of food in GA, either. There’s also a dedicated viewing area to the left of Main Stage 1 which can get you some decent views of that stage, but for the most part, people line up along the rail and stay there all day, just like they do in GA.

After our VIP experience, we decided to give Top Shelf VIP a shot. Within minutes of being inside the Top Shelf area, we agreed there was no way we could go back to GA or VIP again. I will say this first: Top Shelf passes are not cheap. The price went up substantially this year, but we still got em within minutes of the Early Bird pre-sale for previous year ticket holders. We know there’s gonna be a ton of bands there we wanna see, and we barely have to travel to get to Louisville, which is a city we love, and were already visiting several times a year before we started going to Louder Than Life. We don’t take traditional vacations because Louder Than Life is our vacation. We are privileged to be able to make it happen again this year, and I’m glad, because there really is no going back. If I ever found myself in a strange hypothetical position where I can’t quite swing Top Shelf, but I could easily snag GA if I delivered pizza for my buddy Jim for a couple of months, I think I’d rather stay home and pretend like there aren’t a ton of bands I wanna see, and Louisville is much to far away for convenient travel, and I never liked that city anyway, and as a matter of fact, I ain’t ever even been there, truth be told, I’ve never even heard of Louisville, than not have the air-conditioned tent and the ability to poop comfortably. Your mileage may vary.

First of all, the very idea of an air-conditioned tent being available if we needed it made it seem worth it, but here are the other perks of Top Shelf:

All alcoholic beverages inside the Top Shelf area are included in the price of admission. Angel’s Envy has been the primary sponsor for Top Shelf every year since they’ve offered it, and as such, Angel’s Envy bourbon and rye are the well whiskies inside Top Shelf. They also have all the other major spirits available, along with Budweiser products. Considering drinks can cost as much as 20 bucks or more at some of the tents in GA, you can see how quickly you could burn through a hefty amount of money in a day. If you don’t enjoy alcoholic beverages, Top Shelf might not be worth it for you.

Renowned local chef Anthony Lamas (who you might know from TV’s Bar Rescue, with that insufferable prick John Taffer) and a crack team of cooks and food runners prepare small bites throughout the day, and those are included in the price of admission. We’re both vegetarian, so we haven’t tried everything they’ve offered, but everything we have tried has ranged in quality from very good to oh-my-fucking-god-that’s-incredible. They alternate cold and hot food, and they always have things like potato chips and trail mix available. We’ve had things like Strawberry Caprese Salads, Cheese Enchiladas, Falafel Balls, Spring Rolls, and French Fries, and some of the omnivore options we’ve seen include meatballs, Salisbury steak, and bratwurst. If I had one complaint about the food, and I do, it’s that sometimes there are no vegetarian options at all. This happened at the last service of Day Four this year. It was disappointing. At any rate, as I mentioned previously, food is expensive inside the festival grounds, and having the option to pop into the tent and have snacks throughout the day saved us a lot of money over the course of the weekend. If you don’t like delicious food, Top Shelf might not be worth it for you.

The restrooms are flushable and air-conditioned, and that’s a real nice perk. If you have no qualms with potentially not being able to wash your hands after using a portajohn that’s been sitting in the sun all day, Top Shelf might not be worth it for you.

That air-conditioned tent is fucking awesome, and it’s outfitted with TVs and a sound system that play whichever band is on the Main Stage at that time, so if you’re outside watching it and you wanna grab a beverage or a snack or even just rest your feet for a few minutes, you don’t really have to miss the action. I would never stay in there all day, because if I was all I wanted to do, I’d just stay home in my own air conditioning and watch YouTube, but it’s a wonderful option to have when you need to get out of the sun (or rain). And outside of feeding times, there is no challenge whatsoever in getting a place to sit. If I had one complaint about the tent, and of course I do, it’s the volume at which they play the Main Stage performances. I know the word “louder” is literally the first word in the name of the festival, but as a dude who can easily suffer from sensory overload, it would be cool if the volume was just a bit lower, so that regular conversation could happen (not to mention how much easier it would be to talk to the bartenders). If you don’t care about chairs, shade, and cooling off, then Top Shelf might not be worth it for you.

Top Shelf wristbands also give you access to the VIP area, and, of course the GA area as well.

Q: Should I talk to strangers?

Yes, absolutely. I know that answer runs counter to everything I’ve said here about people, but I stand by what I said: People (with a capital “P”) are the worst, and they do ruin everything. On the other hand, people can be pretty cool sometimes. I’m a very awkward and introverted person, and the idea of talking to someone I don’t know goes against my very nature, but the answer is still a resounding “YES!” You’ll meet some awesome people from all over the world, and almost everyone you interact with will be friendly, as long as you don’t ask to use one of the empty chairs at their table.

In my day-to-day life, I’ve been known to cross the street to avoid the very possibility of having to talk to another person. At this Louder Than Life this year, I made a bee-line toward a stranger holding a “FREE HUGS” sign and I gave him such a hugging, and it was fuckin awesome.

Q: Is Louder Than Life a cashless event?

Yes, Louder Than Life is a cashless event. I still bring cash in for tipping bartenders, but no place inside the festival grounds accepts cash as payment. They have those newfangled reverse ATMs on the grounds, where you can put in cash and get a prepaid debit card with the amount you put in, so if you don’t have a debit/credit card, or just don’t wanna bring it in with you, that’s an option.

The wristband that gets you inside the gates can also be linked to a card so you can pay with that, but I tried that in 2021 and forgot the PIN I set up for it (plus I accidentally wore the wrong bracelet anyway), so I don’t bother with that myself.

Q: This long-winded thing has been extremely informative and entertaining. Thank you so much for taking the time to put it together. What if I have other questions about things that aren’t covered here?

Thank you, that’s really nice of you to say. It took a very long time to write, and on more than one occasion I almost flung my Chromebook into the sun.

If you have further questions, the official website has a much more comprehensive and less long-winded Info page that covers a lot of the things I mentioned here, and much more. If you have a question about something that you don’t see covered on the links there, there’s a good chance you’re not looking hard enough or reading carefully enough, but in any case, you can email them at info@louderthanlifefestival.com. They’re very friendly, and they will get back to you.

Alright, I have to stop here. Holy shit this is long. If you made it this far, thank you! If you have any cool friends with half an hour to kill, you should tell them about it.

This Is Your Situation, This Is Your Circumstance: A Thing About Louder Than Life 2024 (Day Four)

November 24, 2024May 23, 2025 / Rev. Joel / 3 Comments

Note: this is Part Five of a multi-part series about Louder Than Life 2024. This will be the final installment of the series, technically speaking. I’ll be writing a lot more about Louder Than Life, still, in case you’re worried about that for some reason. Tickets for 2025 are on sale, and we locked our 4-day passes in on Wednesday. Here are the links for Day Zero, Day One, Day Two, and Day Three. There are supplemental parts also. Thank you for being a friend.

By the time we woke up on Sunday, the chance of rain was down to 20%. I watched a couple of videos on Instagram of a bunch of the DWP crew (with the help of the Bellarmine University wrestling team) out laying mulch on the grounds in an attempt to alleviate some of the mud, and that alleviated some of my mud-related anxiety. I wouldn’t call Operation: Mud Control a total success, but things certainly could’ve been much worse. Look at me – barely one paragraph in, and I’m already getting ahead of myself.

Day Four was set to be a real corker. We intended to watch Gozu on the Loudmouth Stage at noon, as well as Project MishraM on the Decibel Stage at 1:00, but we definitely needed a little extra time to get going, so we missed both. Who knew that drinking whiskey in the rain and mud could be so exhausting? Instead, we started our day with Oxymorrons on Main Stage 1 at 1:30.

This footage isn’t mine. None of the footage is mine, unless otherwise indicated.

We saw Oxymorrons in 2022 on one of the second stages, and they were fuckin fun. They play a super high-energy hip-hop/punk hybrid, and their personal energy absolutely matches that of the songs. They were on the main stage for the first time this year, and fuckin good for them. They definitely deserve it. We weren’t quite ready to get all up in the mud and the crowd yet, so we watched them from the elevated viewing area in Top Shelf instead. That certainly had an effect on my enjoyment of them, and I regret the decision. They sounded great, and the energy level was the same as it was 2 years ago, but they’re a band that needs to be experienced from up close to really appreciate them.

We went into the tent while Saliva played on Main Stage 2. You might know them from the song “Click Click Boom”, from their platinum-selling debut album Every Six Seconds. That’s how I know em, anyway. They played that one, and some others, and they were fine – far from the worst thing I’ve heard at Louder Than Life.

While searching for a clip to post here, I was reminded that a chant of “USA! USA! USA!” broke out during their set for some reason, and that was pretty goofy.

Eagles of Death Metal followed on Main Stage 1, and neither of us were/are terribly familiar with them, but we like the way they sound, and we decided to go up to the Skybox (a.k.a. the Upper Decker) to watch their set.

*The red circle shows our location during Judas Priest’s set later that evening. To quote a buddy of mine from New Orleans, just a little FYI for you, there.*

Like Oxymorrons, I would’ve definitely enjoyed them more if I’d been closer, but there was still a lot of rockin ahead of us, and as I’ve mentioned before, we are not particularly young.

They came to make a bang.

Toward the end of EoDM’s set, we made our way back to the Decibel Stage to watch Winona Fighter. If Winona Fighter had been around when I was in my early twenties, they would’ve been one of my favorite bands. It was a super-tight, super-fun set, and I will absolutely catch them live again when I get the chance.

In addition to giving you a taste of Winona Fighter, this video provides a good example of the mud and filth we were dealing with on those side stages. The amount of people I saw sliding, splashing, and wrestling in it was truly horrifying. More on that later.

I got a few pictures of Winona Fighter, but as you might imagine by now, they aren’t very good, so I’m only gonna share the two “best” ones.

*Here’s Coco signing “that giant fuckin hog” (aka inflatable cock ‘n’ balls), which ended up right next to me a short time later.*

Narrow Head were up next over on the Revolver Stage, and I wanted to be closer for them, but I didn’t wanna lose my spot on the rail in front of the Decibel Stage, because Drug Church was up after them, so I just slid closer to the stage and watched Narrow Head on the big screens. They were great, and I look forward to seeing them properly at some point in the hopefully not-to-distant future. Like Winona Fighter before them, they would’ve been an absolute jam if they’d existed in a different time.

The 20% chance of rain turned into a 100% steady drizzle just as Narrow Head started to play. Sheila took that opportunity to use the restroom and get a drink (and get out of the rain), arriving back during their last song, just in time to experience Drug Church with me.

*Their music sounded perfect in the rain.*

I first heard Drug Church a little over a year ago, when I was listening to a lot of Turnstile in the run-up to Louder Than Life 2023. The Algorithm brought them to my attention on the same day as Militarie Gun, and I loved them both immediately, and even though I watched dozens of shows from both bands on the YouTube, I somehow didn’t realize they shared a guitar player (the incomparable Nick Cogan) until about a month before he left Militarie Gun to focus on Drug Church. I can be a bit of a doofus at times. But I’m talking about Drug Church.

Drug Church pretty quickly went from “I’m really digging this band I just found out about” to “I don’t ever wanna stop listening to this band and I wanna see them live so bad I can fucking taste it”. I damn near shit my britches when the LTL2K24 lineup dropped and I saw them and Touché Amoré on there. I mentioned this in one of my last posts before this year’s fest, but while Touché Amoré was helping me process and deal with grief, Drug Church was helping me process the absurdities of modern life and deal with the absolute baked potatoes one encounters on a near-daily basis at work, at the store, and in traffic (with apologies to baked potatoes, which are fucking delicious).

*Sheila took pictures of Drug Church for me, because her camera is better than mine, and because I am incapable of remaining still when they’re playing.*

The rain stopped in the five minutes between the Narrow Head and Drug Church sets, and the sun came out just as Drug Church took the stage. The feedback began, frontman Pat Kindlon said “Sun came out just for us, huh?! Inflatable penis came out just for us, huh?! Mud Man came out just for us, huh?! Pack it in, let’s have a good time! We’re fuckin Drug Church!” and then they kicked into “Fun’s Over”, and I blissed out for the next 30 minutes, and when they were finished, I was so happy and so exhausted and was so, so glad we started out the day slowly, because we still had a minimum of 4 1/2 hours to go, and there was no rest for the weary or the wicked.

*Nick Cogan (r) is such a fuckin stud. He makes it all look completely effortless.*

I will absolutely be writing more about Drug Church in the near future, but for now, if you enjoy fun, watch this:

This band is seriously so fucking incredible. Also, that’s “Mud Man” on the giant screen above.↑

As soon as Drug Church finished, the lady standing immediately to my right started yelling “SETLIST! SETLIST!” toward the stage, and I was angry with myself for not thinking to do that. Nick handed a setlist to one of the security dudes and pointed to that lady, and the security dude handed it to her, and I asked her if I could take a picture of it, and she said “this is yours”, and I said “say what?”, and she said “this is yours”, and I said “are you fucking serious?” and she said “I got this for you; you knew every word”, and the dude with her said “this is obviously your band”, and that was very fuckin cool of her.

*Thank you, anonymous strangers. I hope y’all are having an absolutely kick-ass day, wherever you are.*

Gojira was set to start less than five minutes after I got the setlist in my hands, and we were planning to try and meet up with our pal Stevo and his daughter Carmel, who were coming for the evening to see Gojira, Judas Priest and Korn, so we started the trek over toward the regular VIP section, which is closer to Main Stage 1, where Gojira was already playing. We went inside VIP and got a bourbon, then went back out into General Admission to look for our friends. We found them about halfway through Gojira’s set, and what a gloriously heavy set it was.

So many flames shot out of that stage, and if that band was any tighter, I think my butthole might’ve permanently closed up. We all banged our heads and screamed and hollered, and as soon as it was over, I became consumed by an awareness of how sweaty and heavy my shirt was. Luckily, I’d picked up a brand new shirt earlier in the day with one of our merchandise vouchers and stashed it in our locker. We all walked toward Top Shelf so I could change shirts and we could re-up our drinks, and then we were all gonna head back to the Loudmouth Stage to watch Detroit, Michigan alternative rock legends Sponge.

As we were walking, Staind started playing on Main Stage 2, and we suddenly remembered not only that Staind exists, but also that they were scheduled to play right after Gojira. We commiserated about what a shame it is that Aaron Lewis is such a miserable pile of shit, especially considering how good the band sounds, and we got ourselves out of earshot as quickly as possible. We arrived at the Loudmouth Stage with a few minutes to spare before Sponge started, and Sheila and I were pretty stoked. Sponge has never been a favorite of mine, per se, but I like them well enough, and they got a couple of certified bangers that I was looking forward to singing along with.

If you think for a second that Sheila and I didn’t dance like a couple of idiots while they played this song, then what are we even doing here?

If you thought for an instant that I might not’ve screamed myself hoarse singing along with this song, then I suppose we might never really know one another.

Here’s a picture we took shortly before Sponge took the stage:

*That’s a beautiful group of human beings right there.*

Toward the end of Sponge’s set, Stevo showed me an alert on his phone that singer/songwriter/actor/activist/badass Kris Kristofferson had passed away. I said “thanks for ruining my fuckin weekend, bud”, and I didn’t really mean that, because Stevo could never ruin my weekend, but it did bum me out quite a bit, especially coming, as it did, one day after the passing of Drake Hogestyn, best known as John Black from the long-running soap opera Days of our Lives.

I digress.

We parted ways so they could get a good spot for Judas Priest on Main Stage 2, and so I could get a spot for motherfucking Biohazard. Seriously, fifteen-year-old me is absolutely seething with jealousy that I not only got to see Biohazard live, but that I got to have that experience with an awesome woman who also happens to be my wife. And goddamn, were they on (figurative) fire.

Up yours, fifteen-year-old me!

They played all the “hits” and I was livin it up inside the teenage bedroom of my mind, but Sheila departed soon after they started, because Judas Priest was scheduled to start 25 minutes after Biohazard, and she was never a fifteen-year-old boy.

*She did get a couple of pictures for me before she left though, because she’s the best.*

*The pictures aren’t great, but they’re miles better than what I would’ve gotten.*

I stayed through “Punishment”, and when they started their last song, “Hold My Own”, I began my final journey (of 2024) across the entirety of the festival grounds to try and catch as much of Judas Priest as I possibly could. A very large crowd had been gathering in front of the Decibel Stage in anticipation of second-stage headliner Jinjer, and Sheila and I would’ve been among them if not for the Gods of Metal.

The mud had caused people to crowd together on the gravel and straw pathways, making it impossible to walk anywhere on that end of the grounds without stomping through what everyone was politely calling “mud”, but was by then absolutely a mixture of mud, blood, feces, urine, vomit, beer, whiskey, spit, sweat, tears, semen, hair, and probably chili dogs. What would have taken 5-8 minutes under normal festival circumstances became a 10-minute-plus trip, and I finally entered the home stretch just as Judas Priest kicked off a flawless rendition of “Devil’s Child”.

A quick side note: this was Judas Priest’s first appearance in Louisville since 2021, when guitarist Richie Faulkner almost died from an aortic aneurysm while ripping out the “Painkiller” solo. I’ve had plenty of time to process that, but it’s still hard to believe that happened, and that he survived it. Metal Gods, indeed.

Fucking legend.

Anyway, I found Sheila on the rail in the Top Shelf area in the last couple minutes of “Sinner”, and much to the seeming displeasure of the cranky old butthole behind us, we fuckin rocked our asses off while they tore through “Turbo Lover”, “Invincible Sheild”, “Hell Bent for Leather” (complete with Halford riding his Harley onstage), and “Painkiller”, then an encore of “Electric Eye” followed by “Livin After Midnight”, and it was incredible.

We intended to try and meet back up with our friends for Korn’s headlining set, but the odds were not good of us livin after midnight if we stayed much longer, so we popped back into the tent for a couple of bottles of water, got all of our stuff out of our locker, and headed for the gate while Korn played “Dead Bodies Everywhere”.

I should mention that I haven’t been a Korn fan in any sense of the word since sometime before their third album came out, but I was still looking forward to watching their set, as I hadn’t seen them since they opened for Megadeth in 1996. And while I was a little bummed about leaving early, history indicates that there’ll be another Korn headlining set at Louder Than Life sooner rather than later.

And with that, Louder Than Life 2024 came to an end. I’m gonna write a follow-up post soon to discuss a few festival-related elements that didn’t really fit in the narrative I’ve been spinning here, and I’m also planning on writing a comprehensive list of tips and tricks for newer festival attendees, to hopefully help other people maximize their enjoyment and minimize their chances of heat exhaustion, dehydration, and trench foot, among other things. Keep an eye out for those things, if you’re interested.

Thanks for reading, and if you liked what you read, why not tell a friend? If you didn’t like what you read, I suppose you could still tell a friend, and then y’all can talk shit about it together.

I Thought You Were Waving, Turns Out You Were Drowning: A Super-Brief Update

November 20, 2024 / Rev. Joel / Leave a comment

Hi! I should have my thing about Day Four of Louder Than Life 2024 finished and posted up here by the end of the weekend, but I don’t have time to get into that tonight. I’m here to keep the LTL spirit alive, though, by mentioning that today we locked in our tickets for Louder Than Life 2025! I’m already starting to mentally pack.

So far, the only band that’s been announced is Slayer, who will be making up their cancelled date from this year, and that’s amazing, but I don’t even care that we don’t know any other bands, because I know the lineup is gonna be amazing. I also know there are gonna be some turds. Sheila is pretty worried about Nickelback in particular, as they’re playing shows again next year. I’ve reminded her repeatedly that we aren’t required to watch or listen to them, but she remains steadfast in her worry.

I don’t give a shit whether or not Nickelback is there, I’m still stoked about it, and what with the state of the world right now, we all need something we can get stoked about. Check back soon for the “thrilling” final chapter of the epic saga that is one asshole’s experience at Louder Than Life 2024.

Really wish I could read your mind.

If We Blame it On Anything, Let’s Blame it On the Rain: A Thing About Louder Than Life 2024 (Day Three)

November 17, 2024August 23, 2025 / Rev. Joel / 5 Comments

Note: this is Part Four of a multi-part series about Louder Than Life 2024. I’m not sure how many parts there’ll be, but it seems like it’ll be five at least. Here are the first two. There are supplemental parts also.

By the time we woke on Saturday morning, the wind had diminished significantly, but we were still concerned about the rain. There was a 100% chance of rain the entire day, and the chance of the rain continuing on Sunday was still quite high, though by then it had dropped to a much less intimidating 60%.

We were soon greeted by some good news: the day was set to go on as scheduled, albeit with a couple-few changes…

First, and least important to us: two of the smaller acts from Day Two were rescheduled for Day Three (no disrespect intended two whoever those two bands were, but as neither band was on our short list, this news had no impact on us).
Another change, this one much more significant to us: “due to weather and travel issues”, Falling In Reverse would no longer be performing.
If you’ll recall from Day Zero, we do not like Falling in Reverse.
Their music is like razor blades all over my face, and not in a good way.

Here’s an example of razor blades all over my face in a good way. Musically speaking, you understand.

But anyway.

The final change, this one much more exciting for us: Till Lindemann decided to stay in town for whatever reason (maybe it was just in case someone else had to cancel, maybe it was so he could get into some weird shit, I don’t know and I don’t wanna know), and he was going to fill the turd-shaped hole left by Falling in Reverse. I suppose if anyone is gonna fill a turd-shaped hole, it might as well be Till Lindemann. And, forgive my crudeness, but fill that turd-shaped hole he did, my friends.

I’ll talk more about Till Lindemann’s turd hole later, though.

One hour after that announcement, I received the following email:

*I hadn’t even though about the soundboard experience since the last email I got from DWP!*

Not to get too far ahead of myself, but one thing I forgot to mention in my earlier post, where I talk about the passing of my mother-in-law Susan: Susan was born in Louisville, and was Louisville through and through, but both sides of her family were from The Old Country (Bavaria). If Susan had been any more German, she would’ve been terrifying. One of the most-German things she loved was Rammstein. She used to blast them on the stereo while she worked out, and/or worked in her sewing room.

What this means for our purposes is that when we found out we’d get to watch Rammstein’s frontman and his solo band perform one of only thirteen US shows in 2024 from a (relatively) exclusive location within the festival grounds, it seemed pretty obvious that we were gonna be experiencing that with Susan.

But again, this hasn’t happened yet. In fact, we haven’t even left the hotel room yet…

I quickly confirmed our receipt of the notice, and asked whether we’d be allowed to leave the area early in order to get over to the Revolver Stage to catch Body Count’s set. I was assured that we could leave the area whenever we were ready, and with that newfound peace of mind, we proceeded to get ready to head out for the day.

We’d already missed every chance of seeing Local H, which was a bummer, but with a 100% chance of rain, we knew the day was gonna be a slog, so we weren’t in a major hurry to get out in it anyway. I did wanna see CKY, but they also weren’t crucial for me, and Sheila wasn’t as into it, and didn’t really care one way or the other.

If you only know one Local H song, this is probably it.

Here’s the other one you might know. I’m pretty bummed we missed them, but those are the breaks.

After a frustratingly slow shuttle ride to the festival grounds, we approached the gate as CKY started to play “Sporadic Movement”. As we passed through, Sheila headed straight for the restroom, then made her way to the Top Shelf tent in an attempt to stay out of the rain. I jogged as gingerly as possible, hopping around puddles, banging my head, and kind of skip-moshing, Scott Ian-style, across the middle of the mostly-empty area in front of Main Stage 2 toward the barricade that divided us from the area in front of Main Stage 1, where they were playing.

They came to a stop at almost the same time I did, and then they tore into a kick-ass rendition of their best-known song, “96 Quite Bitter Beings” just as I was beginning to realize how much I was already sweating, due to the high humidity, and also the raincoat, plus the light exercise, as well as the fact that I sweat more than almost everyone I’ve ever met.

This was a pretty cool way to start my day. This is not my footage. I was standing about 20 yards behind the person who filmed it, and maybe another 20 yards to the right. I just made 20 yards up out of nowhere. I have no idea how far it actually was, but not too far.

They finished their set with a cover of “All My Friends Are Dead” by Turbonegro (with members of Crobot), and it sounded great, even though I don’t know the song.

Also, just wanna mention that I really wanted to see Damnage, but their set was at the same time as CKY’s, so it really wasn’t feasible. Once again, those are the breaks.

Kurtis Blow wants you to know.

I very much wanted to check out Unity TX on the Decibel Stage next, but I was already dripping with sweat, so instead I met Sheila in the tent to try and dry off a bit, then we headed way, way back to the Loudmouth Stage to watch San Francisco, CA thrashers Hemorage play what I’m pretty sure was their first ever festival show. They were fuckin awesome.

*Not a good picture or anything, but it gives you a good idea of my POV.*

They self-record and release their own music, they make their own merchandise, and for a stretch of time, they just drove around the country, parking and setting up their custom-built, DIY van/mobile stage, playing shows wherever the fuck they decided they wanted to play a show. And people started showing the fuck up.

They also played Aftershock this year (another Danny Wimmer Presents event, and the one that usually competes with LTL with regards to overall lineup I like most), and they deserve every bit of exposure and recognition they’ve been getting.

Here’s a short (9-10 minute) documentary about the band. You should watch it. Even if you don’t like the music, surely you can get behind the positive message. I think a lot of us could stand to receive a positive message right about now.

Anyways, Hemorage were fuckin rad, and they were so unbelievably gracious and hyped to be on that stage. I sincerely hope I get to see them again as soon as possible, and I hope that you get to see them as soon as possible, too.

Holy smokes, what a band! Also not my footage.

At some point during their set, I realized that my rain coat was useless; I was already completely soaked, and it was really only making me sweat more. I walked back to Top Shelf while P.O.D. kicked off their set on Main Stage 2, put my raincoat in our locker, and met Sheila inside the tent to take a load off and stop getting rained on for a few minutes. We enjoyed some snacks and drinks, chatted with some friendly strangers, did some people-watchin, and watched P.O.D. absolutely own that stage.

There went the boom. This is not my footage. I was inside the tent, remember?

Regarding P.O.D.: I liked their song “Alive”, from their breakthrough album Satellite when I first heard it, back in late summer 2001. I was working at a corporate music store in the mall at the time, and it was on one of the mix CDs we were approved to play in store. The song ticks a lot of boxes for me, and it was a right place, right time kinda situation. One time I heard it when I was high on the pot and I experienced pure bliss. I was also familiar with “Youth of the Nation”, the single they released after “Alive”, and I’ve been known to enjoy it as well, although not as much as “Alive”.

My point is, I don’t dislike P.O.D., but I also had no intention of going out of my way to watch them perform. I was an idiot, frankly. They put on an amazing show, and while they might’ve played from 2:05-2:35, they had that crowd moving like they were a Six-o-Clock Band. (a “Six-o-Clock Band” is a band that plays the main stage starting at or around 6:00 PM., which also happens to be the fourth band from the top of the billing – the president pro tempore to the presidency of the main headliner, if you will. Examples of past 6:00 bands include Run the Jewels, Ice Cube, Megadeth, and Chevelle, who we’ll get to shortly).

One of the perks of the Angel’s Envy Top Shelf VIP tent, along with delicious food and drinks and not getting rained on, is that is has TVs spaced all around playing a live feed of the main stages, which comes in especially handy when you want to be present for a performance, but you don’t want to get rained on.

What I’m saying to you is that we stayed in the tent while Filter played over on Main Stage 1.

Filter sounded great, and I really would’ve rather been watching them from outside on a slightly overcast day instead of on a TV inside a tent, but break it up, break it up, break it up, because those are the breaks.

I can practically feel the dampness in this video. This is not my footage. By this time I was on my way up to the Skybox, which you can see in the background on this thumbnail. It’s the structure toward the left, above the person in the chartreuse flannel.

We also wanted to watch The Armed over on the Decibel Stage, but the rain was picking up, and we still had miles to go before we slept, so instead we went up to the Upper Decker, which is what I like to call the new Top Shelf Skybox, just for a change of scenery (and also because it was kinda cold inside the tent, what with the air-conditioning and the wet clothes). We ended up hanging out up there for most of Sleeping With Sirens‘ set. I knew absolutely nothing about Sleeping With Sirens prior to our pre-fest research, but their name, along with the time period when I first became aware of them, made me assume they were a metalcore-ish, emo-esque band. Turns out I was pretty much right. I liked them more than I thought I would, even if I didn’t know any of their songs.

This is angsty, y’all. Also, it’s not my footage. I was in the Upper Decker, remember?

I didn’t take any pictures of Sleeping With Sirens, but I did take a couple of pictures of the crowd from the Upper Decker.

*Here’s the other one. Fuck, was it ever wet.*

I found out later that The Armed brought Frank Turner out for a song, and I really would’ve rather watched that on a slightly overcast day, instead of not at all, but here we are.

I wasn’t gonna let rain keep me away from everything, and Better Lovers on the Revolver Stage at 4:10 was one of those (not every) things. I got a spot on the rail pretty much right in the center of the space between the Revolver and Decibel stages, and witnessed an unbelievably good and tight 30-minute set from the relatively new post-hardcore “supergroup”.

*This is Better Lovers. They were tight.*

*ALLso Better Lovers. I’m ALLways excited to see another ALL shirt in the wild.*

Fuckin tight! Not my footage. I was a bit to the right of the person who filmed this, as my photos above will attest.

When Better Lovers finished, I moved back and found a tiny bit of real estate along the side edge of the ADA-platform that was both not occupied and not 100% mud so I could watch Joey Valence & Brae on the Decibel Stage. We caught their set at Louder Than Life 2022, and they were a lot of fun, so we were definitely looking forward to seeing them again. They did not disappoint, but the rain very much fucking did, and even though we were both reeeaaally looking forward to Three 6 Mafia after them, we had to retreat to the tent before JV&B were finished.

Just excellent. This is not my footage. I was quite a bit farther back, but pretty much straight back.

We ended up sitting in the tent while Dropkick Murphys played on the Main Stage 1, and they were fine.

And listen: I was a full-on, 100% bonafide Dropkick Murphys Super Fan (DKMSF) back in the day. I first heard “Bar Room Hero” on the Hellcat Records compilation Give ’em the Boot, and if you’re ever gonna know a single thing about me, you should know that I’m a sucker for gang vocals and singalongs. “Bar Room Hero” has em both by the truckload.

Do or Die, their Hellcat debut, was easily one of my most listened-to CDs from 1998 until around the spring of 2001.

Fuck, I even bought a DKM windbreaker when I saw them live in Cincinnati, for cryin out loud! I can’t imagine how much I paid for that thing, adjusted for inflation. Certainly more than I could afford at the time.

It’ll be nothin but pride that kills him.

What I’m saying is: there was a significant stretch of time in my life where, if I wasn’t sad, I was listening to Dropkick Murphys. They were one of my absolute jams when I was 22 years old.

Shake the hand that shook the world.

Here’s the facts, though: Dropkick Murphys doesn’t sound like Dropkick Murphys anymore. I mean they don’t sound a n y thing like they used to.

And don’t misunderstand: I don’t think they’re a bad band by any means. Like, I enjoy “Shipping Up to Boston” well enough, and “Rose Tattoo” is a good song and all, but how does a band with a back catalog like theirs not play a single song from prior to the year 2000? Are we really meant to pretend that “Road of the Righteous” and “Caps and Bottles” don’t exist?

I mean, come on.

And frankly, having seen both Flogging Molly and Dropkick Murphys in the past year, there really is very little difference at all between the two anymore, and that difference seems to get smaller all the time.

This is good and all, but I wanna hear “Skinhead on the MBTA”, man. Also, this is not my footage. I’m still inside the tent.

Anyway, the whole time DKM was playing, I kept thinking about Three 6 Mafia, but I didn’t go watch Three 6 Mafia because I was too tired, and that’s a lame ending to that story, but sometimes stories have lame endings.

They eat so many shrimp he got IODINE poisinin, y’all!

Chevelle played Main Stage 2 next, and we remained in the tent, and they sounded great, and that’s that. I hope you weren’t expecting more.

This is my favorite Chevelle song, and I couldn’t find any versions from Louder Than Life that I was happy with, so you get the official video instead. It’s much like suffocating, you know.

L.S. Dunes played over on the Decibel Stage at pretty much the same time, and I wanted to watch them, but there was still the whole non-stop rain thing, plus the Soundboard Experience that I mentioned earlier was pretty much nigh at this point, so we didn’t wanna venture too far from our base.

Speaking of the Soundboard Experience: we arrived outside the Top Shelf gates at approximately 6:48 PM, in anticipation of meeting our DWP rep at 6:50 for our Till Lindemann Soundboard Experience (In Memory of/In Conjunction with Susan). We stood aimlessly for a couple of minutes until eventually, there appeared a couple of people in DWP gear. I approached them and asked if they were our Soundboard Experience liaisons, and it turned out they were not at all; they were just a couple of schmoes who did not work for DWP, but were sporting DWP gear for whatever reason. A wrong place, wrong time kinda situation.

A minute or so later, another couple started hanging around near us, and I asked if they were there for the Soundboard Experience. They were, and we stood, couple-to-couple, not talking amongst ourselves, for another couple of minutes, until our for-real designated DWP rep showed up, almost 10 minutes late.

I’m just gonna add this: I’ve never worked in the entertainment business in any real capacity, but I’ve been in the service industry for over 30 years now, and no matter how mad I might wanna be about their tardiness, I can only imagine the kind of delays and hold-ups they must’ve experienced trying make time across those wet-ass festival grounds to meet us. She was a pro.

Our liaison led us around the front of the GA area on the Top Shelf side, along the same route that crowd surfers are ushered back out, and eventually we broke off in a different direction, toward the middle of the GA crowd, between Main Stage 1 and Main Stage 2, until we came to a stop directly in front of the sound mixing tent at precisely the same time that Till Lindemann himself took the stage. It was pretty wild.

Once again, this is not my footage. It was recorded pretty close to where we were standing, though.

It got wilder. The videos on the screen in back of the stage ranged from super close-up footage of vaginal lips flapping in a breeze to super close-up footage of pills shooting out of buttholes to footage of Till himself getting his mouth sewn shut, and it was so fuckin weird and perfect and German, and so many people didn’t even almost start to appreciate it, and all I could think about – other than the fact that Susan was both stoked and horrified for us – was how fuckin pumped I was that Falling In Reverse cancelled.

Suddenly, I remembered Body Count, and at pretty much the same time, Sheila had to pee. It was a total coincidence that this happened during the song “Golden Showers”. We were ushered back to the Top Shelf tent, and Sheila visited the terlit, and then we hauled ass over to the Revolver Stage to find Body Count halfway into “There Goes the Neighborhood”, and things only got better from there. Their set was a bit shorter than in 2022, on account of they weren’t headlining the second stage, but it was still goddamn amazing.

Also not my footage. We were way back and to the left of this.

We stayed in the vicinity for the beginning of Mastodon‘s set on the Decibel Stage. They kicked off with “Blood and Thunder”, the first song from their 2004 slobberknocker of an album, Leviathan, which they were performing in its entirety.

It’s a concept album about Moby Dick, which explains the Moby Dick footage at the beginning. Also, this is not my footage. We were standing in pretty much the same spot we were for Body Count.

They sounded great, but the rain was once again being a bit of a dick, plus we needed to sing Mötley Crüe songs in each other’s faces, so we started the long journey back toward the main stage area while Disturbed played on Main Stage 2. They’re good at what they do, but they’re not for us.

Mötley Crüe performed as expected. Vince was out of breath before “Primal Scream” was over, and then they played “Too Fast for Love”, and things only got worse for Vince from there, but then they played “Wild Side” and “Shout at the Devil”, and we had a great time singing in each other’s faces, and then I did a high kick during “Live Wire”, and suddenly the only thing I could think about was going back to the hotel. In an effort to maintain decorum, I won’t say why the hotel suddenly became so crucial to me, but I will say that I am a 47-year-old man who’d been drinking whiskey and eating cheese and fried food in the rain all day, and my high kick made getting to a toilet quite an urgent matter indeed, and by this point in the day even the fancy-pants Top Shelf VIP bathrooms were so lousy with mud (and worse) that I simply could not bear the thought of letting my shorts touch my body again after dropping them on that floor.

What I’m saying to you is that I didn’t get to sing “Home Sweet Home” or “Same Ol’ Situation (S.O.S)” or “Kickstart My Heart” in Sheila’s face because I almost pooped my pants that night.

Vince really does sound so bad. Also, this is not my footage. Also, I suppose I could’ve saved some time by issuing a blanket “none of the footage included herein was recorded by me” type statement, but here we are.

We missed most of the Crüe’s best songs, but that’s alright, that’s okay, let’s turn the page. We were gonna live to rock another day, and what a day it would prove to be.

I hope you’ll check back soon to read more about it, because it was a real humdinger.

Thanks for reading.

Ready to Rock if You Wanna Roll: A Thing About Louder Than Life 2024 (Day Two)

November 12, 2024August 22, 2025 / Rev. Joel / 9 Comments

Note: this is Part Three of a multi-part series about Louder Than Life 2024. I’m not sure how many parts there’ll be, but it seems like it’ll be five at least. Here are the first two. There are supplemental parts also.

The big story going into Day Two was the weather. Hurricane Helene was rampaging up through the southeast, causing untold devastation throughout North Carolina and elsewhere, and Louisville was expected to get some incredibly heavy sustained winds, with gusts up to 80 mph. Like every other outdoor music event I’m aware of, Louder Than Life is a “rain or shine” event, and we knew for certain that rain was going to impact us on Friday and Saturday (at the time, I was seeing chances as high as 80% on Sunday, as well). The wild card in this situation was the wind. I won’t pretend to understand anything about the logistics of putting on a multi-day music festival with an estimated 4-day attendance of almost 200,000 people, but I do have a basic understanding of how insanely powerful and damaging wind can be, and I know that there are some big, heavy things set up at an outdoor music festival – things like speakers, tents, screens, and stages, to name the obvious.

*Here’s a picture I stole from wikipedia of Breaking Benjamin performing on the main stage in 2019. I certainly wouldn’t want any of that shit blowing onto my head.*

The day started off with some sad but expected news: the opening of the gates was going to be delayed. The DWP team was monitoring the situation, and they would keep us all updated with new start times whenever the information became available. I was bummed, but also kinda relieved. This was the second morning in a row that I woke up feeling gloopy from overindulgence, and I took advantage of the delay by staying in bed a little longer, and by having a nice long soak in the tub, both of which made me feel like a new man.

The day continued on with no news (which, in this case, ended up not being good news), and we had lunch at the hotel and relaxed, hoping beyond hope that we’d get to rock ASAP. The day wasn’t quite as stacked for me as the others, at least in terms of quantity of bands, but the quality of the Friday lineup was really first-rate. It was, in fact, the one day about which Sheila was most excited. Here’s the Friday Clockwise Circle Pit-Approved Lineup, in order of start times:

Powerman 5000
Gel
High Vis
Sevendust
Clutch
Ho99o9
Anthrax
Fugitive
Till Lindemann
Juliette Lewis and the Licks
Lorna Shore
Tom Morello
Fuckin Slayer

Not a clunker in the bunch, and we even had to shave a couple off the final list due to overlap.

At approximately 3:45 PM, DWP announced that they were shooting for 6-7 PM start time, and that the city of Louisville had agreed to extend the noise curfew so that more bands could play. Shortly after this news broke, a schedule started to show up on the LTL fan group socials which was (allegedly) the schedule given to the load-in crew.

It was very exciting to have some potential information, even if it may not have been true. The headliner set times were a bit intimidating, and if they were accurate, Slayer, Tom Morello, Lorna Shore, Ho99o9, and Juliette Lewis & the Licks were all gonna be overlapping with each other, and Sevendust was just missing entirely.

Sometime after 6:00 PM, we boarded the shuttle along with maybe 5-10 other people, and off we went, to pick up the second wave of riders over at the Marriot. Several more people boarded the bus, then we sat and waited for the next shuttle to pull up behind us before departing, as is procedure. Shortly after that, we all heard over the driver’s radio that a Shelter In Place order had been enacted (I honestly don’t know whether it was by the city or by DWP, but either way, it was a good idea). We all sat on the bus and watched as tree branches fell onto the sidewalk and into the street. We saw several people eat shit on the slippery-ass sidewalk. We saw at least two umbrellas get turned inside out.

*This is as close as we got to rockin out on Friday.*

Fifteen minutes later, we heard over the radio that DWP was calling it: Day Two was officially cancelled. After watching the chaos outside (and seeing the potential schedule posted above), I can honestly say I wasn’t terribly disappointed. On the ride back to the hotel we decided to walk over to the casino and see if our middling luck might carry over into the slot machines. I was looking forward to trying my hand at Invaders from the Planet Moolah, which is my go-to machine when Lucky Larry Lobstermania is unavailable. Some jabronis (jabronies?) were parked at the Moolah machines, so I wandered around until something else caught my fancy. To make an unnecessarily long story shorter, I ended up winning 50 bucks playing Texas Tea, and Sheila brought in another 20-30.

We walked back to the hotel and went up to Al J’s Lounge, the bar in the conservatory/skywalk between the two towers, to spend our “hard-earned” money. As always, the bar hosted an interesting mix of patrons (there was a dental convention in the Galt House along with the usual dirtbags who were attending LTL). We struck up conversation with some pretty cool people, and then the requisite metal blowhard showed up and held court about what was great and what “fuckin suck(ed)”.

A few choice nuggets of wisdom from Mr. Blowhard (emphasis on the word “nugget”)(as in “turd”):

Metallica has fuckin sucked since 1983.
Ozzy (Osbourne) has fuckin sucked since the early 90s.
Judas Priest without KK (Downing) ain’t even Judas Priest no more.
He never even heard of fuckin Gojira until the fuckin Olympics.
Vince (Neil) is a fuckin fat fuck and needs to fuckin hang it up.

This last one is especially fun. I don’t body-shame, just as a general rule, but this guy kind of invited it on himself, so I will testify in court that if Vince Neil is a “fat fuck”, then Mr. Blowhard is an even fatter fuck.

While we were chillin at the casino and, later, the hotel bar, a few pop-up shows happened with bands and artists who were slated to perform that night. Silly Goose apparently played in the parking lot for the people who had already arrived on the grounds, then played another free show later at Mag Bar, and Tom Morello and Grandson played a free show at Whirling Tiger. By the time we found out about the Tom Morello show, it was already packed beyond capacity. I guess we weren’t so ready to rock after all.

That’s pretty much all I got about Day Two. It’s less exciting than the other days, but they can’t all be RBI doubles. Tune in next time for my write-up of Day Three, which was much more eventful than Day Two, and much, much wetter than Day One. Thanks for reading!

I Don’t Care What You Do, Just Do It Faster: A Thing About Louder Than Life 2024 (Day One)

November 2, 2024August 23, 2025 / Rev. Joel / 5 Comments

Note: this is Part Two of a multi-part series about Louder Than Life 2024. I’m not sure how many parts there’ll be, but it seems like it’ll be three at least. There are supplemental parts also.

When I opened my eyes at 7:30 AM on September 26, 2024, the first thought in my head was “ooh, Louder Than Life starts tomorrow!” If you’ve already read Part Zero (which I do recommend, if only for context)(I know it’s a bit rambly, even for me, but I can’t afford an editor)(plus I don’t want one), you’ll recall that the previous night ended just a bit fuzzily. My next thought was “wait, it’s Thursday, you dingus – Louder Than Life starts today!” And I was right. I am a dingus, and it did start today. Looks like I’m still playing fast and loose with time. Apparently that’s gonna be my new thing.

The reason I opened my eyes at 7:30 AM on September 26, 2024 was because we had an 8:30 reservation at Wild Eggs. One of our LTL traditions is breakfast at the Wild Eggs on Floyd St, and if there’s one thing to remember from Letterkenney, it’s this: you don’t fuck with tradition. Our breakfast was very good, and the service ended up being very good after a somewhat rough start. I recommend Wild Eggs. The one in New Albany is also very good.

Here’s a picture from our walk to Wild Eggs.

*“In walks Barbarella, set to stun!” – Clutch*

The reason we had an 8:30 reservation at Wild Eggs is because we wanted to get to the festival grounds ASAP after the gates opened so we could see Soul Glo. We ended up running late getting to the shuttle, so we arrived at the entry gates as Soul Glo started playing “Gold Chain Punk (whogonbeatmyass?)”, which I’m pretty sure was their opener, and boy howdy, what a way to kick off a show!

Don’t take my word for it.

I’m bummed that I missed most of it, but the rest of the set was excellent. The energy on stage was high, and the crowd grew steadily while they played.

*This is Soul Glo. They are a very good band.*

We went over to the Top Shelf VIP section to get some drinks and snacks, and to go up onto the viewing platform to see what it was like before most of the tables were taken up. They added a Skybox this year – basically a second story with another bar – and the view from up there was pretty cool, but I don’t have any pictures from up there until Day Three. Here’s a panoramic photo I took from the main level on Day One.

*I’m not sure how visible they are, but the Revolver and Decibel stages are way in the background almost dead center. The Loudmouth Stage is near the left.*

*Just to give you a bit of scale. The main stages are to the right, obvi.*

I’m sorry I said “obvi”.

Anyway, we hung out up there while Finger Eleven played on Main Stage 2, which is the one on the right in those pictures. The main stages used to have proper names as well, but they didn’t do that this year for some reason. The band sounded fine. They were kinda boring to me, but they played both of the hits I remembered from whenever they were hits. Here’s one of them.

I was surprised to learn that this song is from 2003 (definitely assumed 2001), and also that this band is Canadian.

Next stop was the Decibel Stage way back there in that middle circle to post up for Touché Amore, who were my number one Absolutely Cannot Miss Once I’m Inside the Gates band of Day One. We’d actually planned on spending a lot of our time at the Decibel, Revolver, and Loudmouth stages over the course of the weekend, which is not uncommon for us; there’s always a ton of cool shit on the side stages. There are plenty of main stage bands we wanna check out, but the main stage is also where things like Staind happen, and man, what a disappointment that band is.

Anyway, we arrived right before Slothrust took the stage, and they were very good, though I don’t really remember much about them, on account of the fact that Touché Amoré were setting up just to the left of this picture, which is one of the two pictures I took during their set.

Here’s the other one. It’s Touché Amoré soundchecking. I forgot to mention earlier that I saw Jeremy, the vocalist (the guy in the hat and the white t-shirt), watching Soul Glo’s set from the side of the stage earlier, and I thought that was cool. They’re about to wrap up their current tour together. I’m bummed I couldn’t make it to any of the shows.

*Rapture was soon to ensue, even if they didn’t play “Rapture”.*

Touché Amoré was amazing. The crowd was disappointingly small, but we were into it, and they were playing at exactly the same time as The Warning, and that certainly pulled people away from from the Decibel Stage.

Talk about a motherfucking rollercoaster of emotions! By the end of their all-too-short 30-minute set, I was a hideous blubbering mess. Sheila gave me a tissue, and a security dude ran up and asked me if I was okay, and I nodded and snotted at him, and then Sheila said “he’s okay, he’s just emotionally overwhelmed right now”, and the security guy said “do you want a bottle of water?”, and I nodded and snotted at him, and he handed me a bottle of water, then Sheila said “thank you”, and I snotted at him and said something resembling “thank you”, then we headed back to Top Shelf to relieve our bladders and re-up our snacks and beverages.

It was time this whole time.

A quick aside here: every single interaction I’ve experienced with stage security at Louder Than Life has been positive. They do good and important work, and they do it well.

The next band on our agenda was Brutus, and I don’t remember anything about them, but I must’ve liked them, because in my journal I wrote “Brutus was cool”. Sheila just indicated that Brutus was amazing, and I believe her.

Actually, I just remembered why I don’t remember anything about Brutus: I was way over on the far end of the Reverb Stage so I could be on the rail for Militarie Gun.

Ian dedicated this song to “anyone who’s on drugs or trying to get off drugs”. I wish there’d been that many people watching them at Louder Than Life.

I’m glad I made that decision – Militarie Gun was SO MUCH FUN. They played an exceptionally tight 30-minute set, and the energy was high, and I’m all up in there dancin and singin along, and then they’re done, and I have to high-tail it across the back 40 to the Loudmouth Stage so I can get on the rail for KNEECAP (spoiler alert: I’m also glad I made that decision).

KNEECAP is a hip-hop trio from West Belfast, Northern Ireland, and they are fucking incredible. They’re one of the bands we learned about through The System, and I’m still bummed I had to miss Bob Vylan to see them, but if their set time hadn’t been changed that morning, I would’ve likely missed at least one song from Militarie Gun (and not gotten my spot on the rail).

While I was booking across the grounds, I spied a dude walking in my direction carrying a “FREE HUGS” sign. At about 10 paces I pointed at him, and he nodded, and we walked up to each other and had a fucking awesome hug. It was the perfect way to bridge the gap between bouncy non-political punk rock songs about the human condition and bouncy political hip-hop songs about the human condition.

KNEECAP blew my goddamn mind. Just a phenomenal performance, and I’m so glad I got to see them. If you like hip-hop at all, I recommend looking into them. Even if you don’t like hip-hop, their story is pretty fascinating, and they also give extremely entertaining interviews. Below is the only footage I could find of them from LTL2K24.

I was on the other end of the stage when this happened.

Here’s the song they were playing in the clip above, if you’re interested.

The clip below is called “Stupid questions Irish people are always asked, answered by KNEECAP”. It’s apparently age-restricted, but I cannot encourage you enough to click the “Watch on YouTube” link, which is also linked in this sentence. It’s a hoot.

Here’s a picture of one of the speakers just to the right of the stage. The cover vibrated off within seconds of KNEECAP’s set beginning. One of the security dudes tried to put back, but it just fell right off again.

*“Bass! How low can you go?” – Public Enemy*

This picture isn’t very exciting, but you can get a decent look at all three members, and it gives you a good idea how close I was.

*l-r: Mo Chara, *Móglaí Bap*, DJ *Próvaí*, unknown security dude*

For what it’s worth, Sheila says that Bob Vylan’s set was also amazing, and I believe her. Here’s a picture I took when DJ Próvaí came out into the crowd with a microphone at the beginning of “H.O.O.D.”. This picture happens to be the lead-in to the short clip above. I like the way the clouds look.

We didn’t get to see much of PUP, but what we saw was very enjoyable, and I’d like to see them again , but in a smaller venue. Also, side note: there were several bands in attendance this year who stylize their names in all caps (PUP, KNEECAP, HEALTH, etc.). Just something I noticed.

Next, we watched Marky Ramone’s Blitzkrieg plow through 22 Ramones songs and 1 Joey Ramone solo cover in 40 minutes on the Decibel Stage, and I am not exaggerating at all when I tell you it was one of the most fun experiences of my life. The band sounded great, and the crowd was awesome, and we were all havin a regular ol cretin hop.

Meanwhile, King Dingus of Dipshit Island (that’s me) failed to notice that onstage, with Marky Ramone, were none other than the legendary Tommy Victor (Prong) on guitar, and the legendary Craig Setari (Sick of It All) on bass. To be fair, I did have my glasses safely tucked away in a case in the pocket of my cargo shorts, which made seeing anything more than 30 feet ahead of me with any real clarity something of a challenge.

We were a to the left of this angle, and the crowd we were in was much more fun this this buncha duds.

After their set, we started back toward Top Shelf so we could refuel for the walk back to the Revolver Stage for Sum 41, who were allegedly playing their last US festival date ever. We’re not necessarily fans of Sum 41 per se, but we were interested in checking them out, and the fact that they overlapped with Five Finger Death Punch, who are not for us, made it a no-brainer.

As we began the walk, I noticed Sheila was chatting with a couple of dudes who looked kinda like me without a beard (but not so horrific). I slowed my roll so they could catch up, and she went on to tell me that they were from Germany, and introductions were given all around, and they were fuckin awesome dudes. They were gonna buy drinks and head back over to watch Sum 41 also, so we told them we could bring them bourbon from Top Shelf if they wanted to walk over there with us and wait outside. We walked together and laughed together, and then we left them outside Top Shelf, and when we came back out, we couldn’t find them. It was too dark, and the crowd packing in for 5FDP made our search futile. I wish we’d been able to hang with them a little more, but such is the nature of festival attendance. If either of those dudes happen to read this: know that you are awesome.

On our walk to and from Top Shelf, The Offspring were playing on the Main Stage 1, and I was frankly surprised that they sounded so good. I like some of their songs (and Smash is absolutely a staple of my life), but they more or less lost me at “Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)”, and I never really bothered with them again after that, even though that song is pretty much just “Come Out and Play (Keep ‘Em Separated)”, Part 2.

I will begrudgingly admit that I enjoyed myself when they played “Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)”. Life is full of contradictions, and I’m not made of stone.

Sum 41 was blast, by the way. I don’t know that many of their songs, but it almost didn’t matter. I sang and danced and headbanged and air-guitared and smiled, and I’m glad I did it (that seems to be a recurring theme so far this weekend).

I know this song is goofy as shit, but I also know it’s fun as fuck. All hail your simile master.

After their set we headed back to Top Shelf to sit and rest. We heard the last two-and-a-half songs from 5FDP as we walked, and we ordered drinks and found a table and took a load off. Slipknot was the only thing left. This was the third time I’d been at an event where they played, and the first time I was gonna actually see them play. I am by no means what you would call a Slipknot fan, but I generally like the way the sound. I used to own their second album, Iowa, and I liked it well enough. I think I got rid of it in the Big Downsize of 2003, before I moved to Austin, TX, but that’s not important (like the rest of this is).

I also really like “Wait and Bleed” from their eponymous first album, plus I just always assumed that the odds are pretty good that a band consisting of somewhere between seven and fifteen members (I think there are nine) who all dress in terrifying slasher-film-inspired costumes will put on an entertaining show.

I was right. I watched most of their set on the CCTV feed from inside the Top Shelf tent, but I’m okay with that, because I’m 47 years old, and I was tired, and we still had three more days to go. Plus the beginnings of the rain that would make Saturday such a wild ride had started to fall. I did get a second wind (probably more of a sixth or seventh wind, really) when they started to play “Wait and Bleed”, and I jumped the fuck up (ha!) and ran out of the tent and into the crowd, where I danced and raged with strangers in the rain.

This video cuts off before the song is finished, but it’s the best looking and sounding clip I could find on YouTube.

We left shortly after “Wait and Bleed” finished, partially on account of the age and tiredness and the having three more days to go, but also because of the fact that the band, who were touring on the 25th anniversary of their first album, weren’t playing any songs written after 1999. This meant that I’d definitely already heard the only familiar song I was gonna hear for the rest of the night.

The shuttle ride back was apparently uneventful, which I feel like is what you want out of a shuttle ride. Day One was officially in the books, and it was also one for the books.

Thanks for reading, and look out for Day Two, coming soon to an unimportant blog near you.

Are You Ready to Go? ‘Cause I’m Ready to Go: A Thing About Louder Than Life 2024 (Day Zero)

November 1, 2024August 22, 2025 / Rev. Joel / 9 Comments

I’m finally sitting down to write about Louder Than Life 2024, but I’m not actually gonna talk about the festival itself yet. Naturally, my first instinct is to start with Day One and continue chronologically, but there’s a fair amount of backstory that helps every day of the festival make more sense, plus it’ll be easier to move forward if I cover some if it now, so it seems like starting before the beginning might be a better idea. And I’m aware that “starting before the beginning” may sound like nonsense, but time is clearly an illusion, and this is my blog, after all, so I suppose I’ll start wherever I doggone well feel like starting.

Louder Than Life 2024 officially began on September 28, 2023, approximately one week after Louder Than Life 2023 ended. On the 27th, we received an email telling us we were on the Early Bird List, and that in just two days, we would be among the First People on Earth to get the chance to purchase tickets to a 4-day music festival where we had no idea who would be performing. We were pumped!

Listen: I spent one football season in elementary school making Monday Night Football bets on the bus, and I had a pretty good run overall, even though I knew almost nothing about football. As an adult, I enjoy playing slots occasionally; I even won 200 bucks one time, and that was pretty neat. And one Sunday night several years back, I even tried my hand at blackjack, craps, and roulette when the table minimum was $5 (I did not do well). But if you’d told me even six years ago that I’d ever gamble on something as big as weekend passes to a four-day music festival without knowing a single band in advance, I’d have called you dadgum liar.

The thing is, when Danny Wimmer Presents puts on a festival, you know the lineup is gonna be solid. It’s always a mixed bag, but for every steaming turd like Falling in Reverse or Ghostmane, you get a delicious morsel like Clutch, Suicidal Tendencies, Green Day, Cypress Hill, or Pennywise. Occasionally you’ll get one of those rare French chocolates wrapped with edible gold, like Metallica playing two unique sets on two nights, or one of only three reunion shows of the year by Fuckin Slayer. And even when there are steaming turds on stage, there are other stages to check out. And even if all the other stages have turds steaming on them at the same time (uncommon), there’s other stuff to do, and the people watching is just aces.

Anyway, the next day (9/28) I got another email telling me that extra-special fancy-pants packages were now available, so we took the plunge and splurged on “The Luxury Package”, which – in addition to admission to all four days of the festival, access to the exclusive Angel’s Envy Top Shelf VIP area (which we enjoyed very much in 2023), and 5 nights at the Galt House Hotel (our preferred hotel when in Lousville) – included, and I quote:

Downtown shuttle pickup at your hotel: all 4 days
Dedicated fast track entry and re-entry
Access to Welcome Party
Watch a performance from the soundboard
$50 Louder Than Life merch voucher
Artist-signed festival poster
Louder Than Life mini-guitar
Commemorative lanyard

End quote.

Considering we were planning to get TSVIP passes, stay at the Galt House, and use the Pegasus Transportation shuttles anyway, it seemed like a big ol no doi for us. Plus we were able to pay it off in installments! I’ll get to most of the perks later, but a couple of them came into play before the fest actually started, and that’s what we’re here to talk about this time (more or less).

A quick aside: Our accommodations were fuckin brilliant. The Galt House is always at least very good, and most times it’s great. The staff is friendly and helpful, the restaurants and bars are great, it’s close to lots of cool restaurants, shops, museums, and live performance venues, and it’s very easily accessible by automobile. I cannot recommend it enough if you’re staying in downtown Louisville. I digress.

Look, I know I said earlier that LTL2K24 officially began on September 28, 2023, but I was being dramatic. For us, it actually began on February 21, 2024, when the full lineup was released. We have a System when the lineup gets released, see? I’ll make a list of all the bands, and on Saturday nights over the next few months, we’ll spend a chunk of time watching videos from all the bands. We’ll usually start with either the newest song or the song with the most plays on YouTube, and we’ll work our way through the lineup over the course of a month or two. When we’ve made it through all four days, we’ll go back through and watch a second video of each band, this time focusing on older songs when possible/as needed. After we’ve finished a second run-through, we’ll go through the whole list once more, this time watching live performances from each band.

The System isn’t perfect, but it’s getting better each year, and it’s helped us discover some really kick-ass bands and artists in previous years, like Ho99o9, Amigo the Devil, Mannequin Pussy, and Gnome, to name a few.

This year I fine tuned The System a bit more. We assigned a letter grade (A-F) for each video, and then a couple of weeks before leaving this year, I went through and made a short list of bands who averaged a B- or higher, double-checked each one on Spotfiy (one C-/D+ band almost made it through – yikes!), and made a playlist with two songs from each band. Then the day before, I mapped out a guideline schedule for each day so we could keep track of who was playing where and when without having to consult the app, thereby draining our phone batteries.

This ended up being somewhat handy, but there are always last-minute changes that’ll muck things up, like for instance Jigsaw Youth and KNEECAP‘s times being pushed back after I made this schedule, due to Veil of Maya dropping off the festival on the morning of Day One. And a cursory glance at said schedule will reveal lots of overlapping set times, so we ended up having to make difficult choices, like for instance I had to decide between watching KNEECAP on the Loudmouth Stage and watching Bob Vylan on the Decibel Stage. Spoiler alert: I chose KNEECAP, but that hasn’t happened yet in this timeline, plus I haven’t even actually started talking about Day Zero yet, so I’ll save that for the next post.

Fast-forward to September 13, when I received an email about our Soundboard Experience. Sheila and I had both forgotten about that, so it was a very exciting email to receive. Imagine my dismay when I got down to the important part:

Look: I try not to yuck anybody else’s yums, but Falling in Reverse is easily my least favorite band that I’ve ever heard, that has also played at Louder Than Life. I just do not get the love for that band. I was sad. I responded thusly:

The next day, they responded with this:

I was even sadder. Plus it seemed like they didn’t really understand what I was trying to relate to them even though I thought I’d made it extremely clear and easy to follow, which I just found kind of disappointing. Sheila was concerned that this meant our artist-signed festival poster would also be affiliated with Falling in Reverse, but I soothed her concerns by pointing out that if we did receive a poster with Ronny Radke’s autograph on it, we’d at least be able to get a li’l money from it on ebay. Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself again; there’s more to the Soundboard Experience, but it’s not Saturday yet.

Let’s move on to Wednesday the 25th, shall we?

I spent the morning getting a few last-minute supplies and gassing up and packing the car while Sheila worked a half-day. We stopped for lunch at Tumbleweed in Floyd’s Knobs, IN, and it was great as always. My “B- or Better” playlist served us well on the drive.

*I’m pretty proud of this packing job. Nothing shifted at all.*

We checked into the hotel, unpacked, freshened up, and had a drink and a snack at Jockey Silks, the bourbon bar in the hotel. We then made our way toward Tavern on 4th (home of the Official Welcome Party), with a brief detour to the Bluegrass Brewing Company for a pint of their delicious Altbier. We arrived at Tavern on 4th and took our place in line behind a couple we sincerely hoped we wouldn’t find ourselves in close proximity to once we got inside. They were turned away at the door because the guy didn’t realize they each needed a ticket, and therefore only bought one, so everybody ended up winning, except for them.

The Welcome Party promised snacks, and an open bar, so we got a couple of drinks and located the snacks. We were definitely glad we had a snack at the hotel bar, as the only vegetarian food we could locate were some pretzel bites with beer cheese. They were tasty enough, but we were expecting a bit more.

We ended up striking up a conversation with a couple that seemed kinda like us, but a few years older, and they were cool, but all I can really remember about them at this point is that the lady was extremely stoked to see Bob Vylan (as was Sheila), and the guy was wearing a Beastie Boys Check Your Head t-shirt. He actually appeared next to us while the DJ was playing a Beastie Boys song (way too loud, I might add). I’m aware of the irony of a dude who loves live music as much as I do being such a cantankerous old curmudgeon about loud music in other situations, but I can’t be alone in thinking that music shouldn’t be so fuckin loud when people are in a situation where talking is encouraged. Also, I’m very quickly becoming a cantankerous old curmudgeon, so it’s only natural.

*I’m not all doom and gloom though, see?*

We also hung out with this guy for a while. He was cool, and we never saw him again. These are the days of our lives.

*This is a little blurry, but so were we.*

The rest of the night is less clear, on account of the open bar, the lack of vegetarian food, and the anticipation. I know we had fun, and I know we made it back to the hotel safely. We woke up the next day ready for an adventure, and we were not disappointed, other than having to choose between KNEECAP and Bob Vylan, which I mentioned previously, but again, that’s in the future, at least relative to this story, which ends here.

Speaking of the future, Part Two of this multi-part concoction will be here (relatively) soon. It’ll cover Day One and possibly Day Two, if I can manage to keep myself on something resembling a track. Until then, go on and git. And thanks for reading.

Pull the Mask Down and Disappear: A Brief Update

October 29, 2024March 18, 2025 / Rev. Joel / Leave a comment

When I got home from work I realized that today is the fifth anniversary of this blog, and I have a little bit of time to write right now, so I’m gonna do that. Who knows where this’ll go? I’m seriously working on a proper write-up for Louder Than Life 2024, and there’s a major announcement about next year’s fest coming at noon tomorrow, plus I have a Day Off With Nothing to Do coming up Friday, so I will get something posted up by the end of that day. I promise you, I promise you, I will.

Since LTL2K24, my life has mostly consisted of The 3 W’s: workin, watchin Veronica Mars, and wonderin who the fuck could possibly be an undecided voter in the 2024 US presidential election. In my free time, I’ve dabbled in a bit of existential dread and watched Days of our Lives and Peep Show. It’s been mostly good, other than the workin and the wonderin and the dread.

I bought my first chainsaw last week and cut up some errant tree limbs that had been in my yard since the remnants of Hurricane Helene rolled through and dislodged them from the limbs that they’d been tangled in since getting knocked loose in that terrifying storm that hit us in late June. I made a second brush pile for the birds and other wildlife with which we cohabitate (it’s like a friggin olde-tyme Disney movie in our back yard with all the animals), and I got a couple of decent-sized logs for my shade garden. That was pretty cool.

Last week we saw King Diamond, Overkill, and Night Demon on our fourteenth wedding anniversary, and that was a helluva fun night. I randomly got to chat with all 5 members of Overkill outside the venue, which was pretty surreal. Bobby Blitz is quite a bit smaller up close than he looks from the stage. It’s kind of amazing that that voice comes out of that man.

This is the title track from their latest album (their twentieth!). It kicks ass.

King Diamond’s set was amazing. I really hope I get a chance to see Mercyful Fate live at some point. Overkill obviously kicked ass, but the sound in the venue wasn’t great for them, at least from our seats. Night Demon was cool as shit, too.

I’ve been listening to Acid Bath a lot (more than usual) lately – pretty much since they announced their special one-time reunion show at Sick New World in Las Vegas next April, and even more so since they announced another show at Sonic Temple next May. It would be just tremendous if Acid Bath could also be at Louder Than Life.

I’ve also been listening to Chat Pile a lot. They’re like if Big Black had a baby with the first Korn album, and that baby grew up to be insane. Here’s their latest video (released yesterday), from their Album of the Year-contender, Cool World.

“Dallas Beltway” is the first Chat Pile song I heard. I woke up at like 3 in the morning five or six months ago and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I started dickin around on reddit. Somebody in the sludge-metal sub was asking for sludge or sludge-adjacent songs with truly disturbing vocals. Someone else recommended this song, and I listened to it. I’d read about the band prior, but hadn’t bothered to check them out until then. I was hooked. Terrified and hooked.

This is what I listened to when I couldn’t sleep at 3:00 AM. It’s probably not a coincidence that I also couldn’t sleep at 4:00 AM.

I’m gonna wrap this up for now. I’ve got pants to put on and Thai food to eat. Thanks for reading. And be sure to check back in a few days for more on the epic adventure that was Louder Than Life 2024.

Somehow It’s Already Been a Year: A Thing About Louder Than Life (and Also About Death)

October 1, 2024March 18, 2025 / Rev. Joel / 5 Comments

Howdy. I have many things to say about the Tenth Anniversary of Louder Than Life (September 26-29, 2024), and I’ll get to all of them eventually (likely not as soon as I’d like; we’ll see), but I’m gonna start at the beginning(ish), which is to say, 2019 (well, 1995 if we’re being technical).

*Let this picture of me from the Welcome Party the night before Day One of this year tide you over until I get around to writing about it.*

Sheila (aka Mrs. Circlepit) and I both attended our fair share of one-day festivals in our younger days, back when we were shadows of each other’s lives. My first was X-Fest ’95, followed by Lollapalooza ’96, followed by several iterations of the Van’s Warped Tour (between 1998-2001). She attended Lollapalooza ’94, Ozzfest ’98, and the 2002 Sprite Liquid Mix Tour. More recently, we attended Willie Nelson’s Outlaw Music Festival together in 2018, six days before my sweet, sweet mother passed away.

In 2014, my homeboy Dustin scored free tickets to days two and three of Rock on the Range (now known as Sonic Temple – also produced by Danny Wimmer Presents, the folks behind Louder Than Life). That was my first experience with a multi-day festival (even though we only ended up attending one day), and you can read my write-up about that on my old blog here.

I don’t wanna get too much into our first two years at Louder Than Life, because I’ve written about them before as well, but just for some background, Sheila and I attended Day Two of LTL 2019 (the day after the burial of her sweet, sweet paternal grandfather), and all four days of LTL 2021, which, while not directly related to us, had something in the neighborhood of 800,000 US covid-19-related deaths coloring our experience.

We also attended all four days in 2022 (about which I wrote very little, and which I’ll cover directly) and again in 2023 (about which I wrote a little more, but still not a lot, because I got lazy and never got around to finishing the project). I’m gonna cover both of those a bit more before I dive into this year’s fest.

After almost dying in the heat on that one day in 2019, and struggling to find a single sliver of shade that we could both hang out in over the four days of 2021, we decided to upgrade to VIP status in 2022. The promise of a shaded tent, air-conditioned restrooms, and shorter lines for some food vendors was too much for us to resist, but it turned out to be (mostly) a bust. The VIP section seemed to be oversold, and as I mentioned briefly in an old post, many of the dickheads who arrive when the gates open will claim every empty chair, and absolutely refuse to let anyone else use those chairs for any amount of time, even when all 8 of their friends are off wandering around for one reason or another, leaving all 8 of their chairs vacant, except for their backpacks, and the remaining friend’s big fat dumb feet.

Our good friends Mitch and Amanda decided to join us, and we went all out by upgrading to a fancy apartment-suite at the hotel, which is almost certainly the nicest hotel room I’ll ever stay in. It was pretty awesome. Among other things, we were on the 3rd floor, with escalators only steps from our room, so we only had to wait for an elevator when checking in and checking out!

Here’s what was not pretty awesome about Louder Than Life 2022: my dad passed away at 7:42 AM on Day One. In fact, it was the exact opposite of awesome.

Here’s a list of the things that went through my brain upon receiving this news, mostly in order, but not necessarily verbatim:

This fucking sucks. I can’t believe both of my parents are gone.
I have to go home and talk to my brother.
I don’t wanna go home and talk to my brother.
Tough shit, pal. Sometimes we gotta do things we don’t wanna do.
If Sheila goes with me, our friends will have nowhere to stay, because the hotel is in her name.
Shit, the hotel is in her name!
We spent a lot of money on this trip…
If I don’t get the opportunity to let out some of the aggression and angst that have been building up inside me since LTL 2021, I’m not sure I’ll make it another year myself.
Dad is already gone, so it’s not like I can do anything to change the circumstances.
Aside from Dad, the only immediate family I have left is a brother and a sister, and none of us really get along with each other.
Dad would absolutely not have understood the amount of money we spent to attend a music festival, but he would definitely not have wanted us to waste that money.
Maybe I can just go home for a few hours, and return to catch part of Day One, then I’ll play the rest of the weekend by ear.
Yes, that’s what I’ll do.
Here I go, then.

And so off I went, driving 2 hours back home to hang out with my brother for a while, and discuss arrangements. I stopped by our house first, to try and rest a moment, check the mail, and make a few phone calls. I eventually told my brother I was going back to Louisville for the weekend to be with Sheila and our friends (I honestly don’t know what he thought/thinks about my decision, because I’m one of the only men in my entire family who ever shares his feelings with anyone). I also told him that when our sister arrived and they went to the funeral home, I trusted his decisions, and that he could feel free to speak for me. I got back on the road, drove like hell back to Louisville, got to the hotel, changed into my festival clothes, happened to catch a shuttle that was just about to depart, got inside the gates, bought 2 Budweisers, and found my crew in front of the Disruptor Stage with less than five minutes to spare before HO99O9 took the stage and blew my mind. It was a very strange and surreal juxtaposition.

This was recorded from approximately 10 feet in front of us. As you might imagine, it was cooler in person.

Ministry almost made us permanently deaf immediately after, and we tried to watch Tenacious D‘s set after that, but the crowd was too big to really be able to see it, so we headed to the VIP section while Bring Me the Horizon played, so we could rustle up a spot for Day One headliner Nine Inch Nails. They’re one of Sheila’s favorite bands, and I’m not necessarily a huge fan, but I do like plenty of their songs, and I’d never seen them live before, so I was certainly looking forward to it. It ended up being an incredible set, and when they played “Hurt”, I cried for the first time since learning about my dad’s passing, and it felt good, even though I was sad.

I should interject here and mention that my dad and I were never particularly close. He was a very quiet man, raised to keep his feelings and emotions inside, and we didn’t have all that much in common, so we just didn’t talk much. He had a ridiculous sense of humor, which I was lucky to inherit, but aside from that and a love of Clint Eastwood westerns and silly action movies, our common ground was blood, almost entirely. That’s not to say we didn’t love each other; more like we didn’t really understand each other.

He would’ve moved heaven and earth to help me if needed. When I moved to Austin, Texas in 2003, he led the caravan on the 18-ish hour drive and helped unload all of my stuff. And when I split from my ex-wife three years later, he rented a van and drove back down to help me load it all back up and come back home. After my oldest sister died, we started to say “I love you” to each other on a more regular basis, and after my mom passed, we said it every time we talked. I was able to tell him toward the end that I appreciated all the things he’d done for me in my life, and he thanked me for saying so. But the truth of the matter is, I was always closer to Mom, and I had more time to mentally prepare for Dad’s passing, so his death didn’t have the same kind impact on me.

Anyway, the next morning, as I was approaching the front desk to ask for more coffee pods, I got a call from my brother telling me I had to come to the funeral home and sign some insurance papers, as I was the sole beneficiary on his life insurance policy. I went back to the room to share the news, then made the 90-minute drive to Bedford, Indiana, signed the papers, and drove back to Louisville again, arriving just in time to join my crew for lunch at Merle’s Whiskey Kitchen. The lunch was delicious, and we went back to the hotel afterward to catch the shuttle to the festival.

We entered the gates to the sounds of Amigo the Devil, which was the first act of the day that we were hoping to see. We watched In Flames, followed by Clutch, then hauled ass over to the Revolver Stage to catch Helmet, which is always a good time, then watched the beginning of Baroness, headed back to the main stage to the last song from Mastodon, then were treated to an incredible performance from Lamb of God. We went back to the Revolver Stage to watch a little bit of GWAR, and were planning to hang around for Slipknot‘s headlining performance, but all the driving and walking back-and-forth that day and the day before had wiped me completely out, so Sheila and I decided to call it a night, and left the grounds to the sounds of Shinedown (I’m apparently a poet, and didn’t know it).

*I didn’t make this meme, but I like it very much.*

The next morning the four of us had breakfast at Wild Eggs, which we had to reschedule from Day One (and which has been a Day One tradition for Sheila and me since we started attending the full weekend), then we headed to the venue in the early afternoon, arriving in the midst of a pretty electrifying performance from Airbourne on the main stage. We watched them for a few minutes, then headed back to the Revolver Stage to watch what we learned was the first ever US performance of New Delhi, India’s Bloodywood, who were absolutely incredible. They gave very Roots-era Sepultura vibes, and it was powerful.

We rested a bit, then made our way back to the main stages to watch Sevendust, Jerry Cantrell, Ghostmane (which I hated a lot)(the guy seriously kept yelling “MOOOOVE!” at the crowd while fucking beeping noises were coming from the stage), Chevelle, and as much Alice Cooper as we could possibly watch without cutting into Body Count‘s headlining set on the Disruptor Stage, way back on the far end of the grounds (right next to the Revolver Stage).

Sheila and I were fortunate to see an Alice Cooper headlining show in the fall of 2019, otherwise that would’ve been an impossible choice to make. We arrived with a few minutes to spare, secured a primo spot right on the edge of where the pit ended up being, and had our lives changed by Body Count. I was high as a kite by the time their set ended, and it was all adrenaline (plus probably some bourbon and beer). Rob Zombie conflicted with Body Count, back over on the Loudmouth Stage (aka Main Stage 2), so the only thing I got to see from his set was a full-length trailer for The Munsters, which was released 3 days later, and “Dragula”, which, due to issues which seemed to plague that stage all weekend, did not sound good.

KISS was the headliner that day, and I’ve never been a KISS fan, but they’re obviously a legendary organization, so I was still looking forward to screaming along to a bunch of their dumb songs for a while. My anticipation disappeared moments after they started playing “Detroit Rock City”. According to what I wrote in my journal afterward, “Paul Stanley sounded like he was being strangled while yelling for help.” I stand by that, but I would also add that he sounded like a cat being stepped on. I probably could’ve dealt with it and enjoyed myself a little bit, if not for the fact that Body Count had just ruined live music for me for at least the next 12-14 hours.

On the last day, we caught The Native Howl, Oxymorrons, Anti-Flag, Joey Valence & Brae, and about half of Bad Religion (we coincidentally left while they were playing “Walk Away”) before trying to wrangle some quality spots for Alice in Chains. I never got a chance to see them with Layne Staley, but I fucking love their old albums, and everything they’ve released since they re-formed with William Duvall on lead vocals has also been great, so I was pretty pumped about their performance. What I hadn’t anticipated, until it started happening, was the sheer volume of tears that would fall from me when they played “Rooster”. If you don’t know, the song was written by Jerry Cantrell, about his Vietnam veteran father, and my dad was also a Vietnam vet. Seconds into the song, I started crying. By the time it was finished, I was absolutely sobbing for the first time since my mom’s death, and my voice was almost entirely gone from singing along. It was the culmination of the entire roller coaster of a weekend, and it was exactly what I needed.

This kinda sounds like ass, on account of all the people singing along in and out of every possible key known to music, but trust me when I tell you it sounded perfect when it was happening.

Here’s the studio version, if you need a li’l palate cleanser.

Red Hot Chili Peppers finished off the night, and they were even more boring than I thought they’d be.

I’m fully aware that I haven’t talked about this year’s festival yet, but like I said last week, I can’t really write about this year’s fest the way I want to without writing about some things from the past two years that I haven’t written about yet (at least not for public consumption). I’ll get there eventually, and I’ll try to make it as entertaining as possible, but it needs context to really make sense.

To be fair, I’m not sure how much sense any of this has made yet.

As for last year’s LTL, I’m gonna write less here, since I already made two full posts about it, plus a bit of a recap of the remainder of it earlier this year (all linked above), but I need to mention that, like every year since 2019, death was intertwined with the fest, although last year it was an imminent death rather than a recent one.

My mother-in-law Susan passed away in early October last year. Susan was a fantastic human being, and she would’ve given you the shirt off her back if you needed it. Since the day I met her, she was never anything but kind to me, even when I didn’t really deserve it. She loved to feed people, and she had a great sense of humor (even if she did refuse to give Futurama a chance). She was courageous and strong through her struggle, and I never heard her complain once. Her presence in this realm is, and will always be, missed.

She was diagnosed with cancer of the endometrium in January 2019, and doctors were able to remove her uterus, and she was fine and seemingly cancer-free for almost five years, then she started having pains in her hip and leg in late fall 2022. Thanks to the wonderful for-profit medical care in this country, she was getting her pain treated, but no doctor and no amount of botched biopsies could figure out what was wrong with her until she was sent to a hospital in Louisville, where she was given the diagnosis we all knew was coming: her cancer was back, and had basically started filling up the space where her uterus used to be.

A stage four diagnosis came soon enough, she was given a relatively short amount of time to live, and we all began to wait. Every free day we had was spent visiting her, because we expected every visit to be our last. She kept on trucking, even staying alive while Sheila and I did our best to enjoy last year’s Louder Than Life. One of the last semi-coherent things she said to us was “I want you to go and have fun. You spent so much money on drugs. No, wait, you spent money on tickets. I’m on drugs.” Hilarious to the very end.

Her funeral service was beautiful and moving, and I’m sure I won’t be able to listen to Led Zeppelin’s “Tangerine” or Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” without crying ever again.

Having the inevitability of Susan’s death hanging over the festival made us feel weird about enjoying ourselves, but we did our best, assuming every day that we’d get a phone call telling us she was gone. Sheila and I both bawled like babies when Green Day played “Wake Me Up When September Ends” near the end of their phenomenal set that closed out Day Four last year. We drove from the hotel straight back to the in-laws’ house the next day, and every free day afterward. Susan’s body held on for 13 more days until she passed peacefully in her sleep.

During the early days of her diagnosis, an album called Stage Four by a band called Touche Amore came into my awareness. I’d heard of the band before, but I hadn’t really thought about them one way or the other until I happened upon a reddit post that encouraged me to check them out. After a particularly shitty day at work, I decided to listen to Stage Four while I drove across town to get a Culver’s veggie burger basket with cheese curds and a root beer, because I needed to eat my feelings. By the time I got home, I was approximately 3/4 of the way through the album, and I could tell it was on the way to becoming one of my favorite albums of all time.

Released in 2014, Stage Four was written and recorded following the death of singer Jeremy Bolm’s mother, Dorothy. She, too, whipped cancer’s ass once, only to find it back and metastasizing. The album is so fucking catchy and good, and it’s simultaneously heartbreaking and uplifting, and I’ve listened to it well over a hundred times since that drive home by way of Culver’s, easily. In addition to dealing with Susan’s illness, it also helped me deal with all the other recent losses I’d experienced. I’ll write about it more at some point.

All of that is pertinent to this year for a few reasons:

This was our first Louder Than Life without the grim specter of death hanging over it.
Susan found a way to be there with us this year, and it was fuckin rad.
Touche Amore was announced as one of the bands on Day One this year, and I was finally gonna get to sing along with them.

Spoiler alert: I did, and it was amazing, but I’ve written enough for today. I’ll do a full write-up of Day One soon (along with the pre-party that was part of our package)(alliteration!), and unlike last year, I will actually finish writing about the whole weekend. Here’s some footage of a different performance from Touche Amore. I wish I could’ve seen them in a crowd like this one, but at least I got to see them.

It was time this whole time.

Thanks for reading.

News Flash, I Need News Less: Final Check-In

September 25, 2024December 2, 2024 / Rev. Joel / 4 Comments

We’re at T-minus 27 hours until the gates open for Day One of Louder Than Life 2024. The car is (mostly) packed, the missus is showering, and I decided to write something, if only to keep myself honest about writing more. I’ve been awake since before 6:00 AM, and I know I’m gonna have to deal with that later, but for now, I’m flyin high on adrenaline (and my fingernails, which Sheila fancied up for me last night).

*The color is called Motley Blue. Dig that speedboat finish!*

Part of the fancy-pants package we bought this year is access to an official pre-party this evening, complete with open bar and “light bites”. We’ll hopefully meet at least one or two cool people there, but even if all we meet are duds, we’ll still have some stories to tell, eh?

Speaking of stories, the big story going into this weekend (other than the fact that it’s the 10th anniversary of the fest) is the weather. Every current weather model shows the remnants of Tropical Storm Helene hitting Louisville square in the butthole on Friday at the very least, with chances of rain ranging between 20% and 60% the other days, depending on which weather app or service you look at. The event is rain or shine, and while I’m not stoked about standing in the rain, and I’m really not a fan of being wet for any amount of time longer than a shower or a nice tub soak, I’m determined to rock my soggy ass off no matter what. I’ve got my water-proof Merrells and a proper raincoat, plus I’ll be taking an emergency poncho and an extra pair of socks every day. I’ll come out the other side water-logged as fuck, but it’ll make for a memorable event, and at the very least, I’m off work until next Wednesday, and I can’t be disappointed in that.

I’ll finish up with some songs from a few more of the bands I’m looking forward to. Thanks for reading, and don’t forget to check back later for more about my experience at Louder Than Life 2024.

Ho9909 (pronounced “horror”) are wild as fuck. This’ll be our second time seeing them (first was LTL2K22), and we were supposed to see them perform a headlining set this past Sunday in Indianapolis, but that tour got cancelled. It would’ve been amazing to see them play in the dark, but ultimately I don’t care when or where I see them, as long as I get to see them again.

I totally slept on CKY until we started researching this year’s lineup. I was aware of them – I knew that they had toured with Clutch in the past, that they are affiliated with the people responsible for Jackass (their drummer Jess is Bam Margera’s brother), and that Jess plays in The Company Band with Neil from Clutch – but as far as I knew, I’d never heard a note from them. Basically, because I never watched more than 2-3 minutes of Jackass, I never had any kind of real awareness of CKY. I’m still not totally familiar with their musical output, but I know I’m stoked as fuck to hear some of their songs live, especially this one, which I was surprised to learn that I already knew pretty well, but didn’t know it was a CKY song.

I’d never heard of Narrow Head before this lineup was released, but holy smokes, do these guys scratch every single one of my musical itches. If they’d existed in the mid-90’s, I think they would’ve gotten huge. At the very least, my homeboy Travis and I would’ve been super fans.