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Shaky Knees Diaries: Day 3

It’s time for the final installment of the 2021 Shaky Knees Diaries :’). So let’s dive in, but make sure you’ve caught up on Day 1 and Day 2 first!
12:30 p.m. – 2:30 p.m. – Today, we are off to a late start. After the Run the Jewels performance of the previous night, we slept in. Then, we took our time grabbing lunch at Krog Street Market and strolling through the Beltline and Ponce City Market. (Side note: Krog has some of the best food in Atlanta – like Jai Ho, the Indian restaurant I loved and Soul, which served wings that my boyfriend will literally not stopping talking about.) We were staying close enough that we could walk to the park and today, we decided we would. The gorgeous Georgia weather was on our side as Shaky Knees had fallen neatly within those two blissful weeks of the year when the weather is neither too hot nor too cold and just perfect.
2:30 p.m. – So far, we had avoided the long lines that form later in the day as most ticketholders arrive late. Today was different. As we approached the main entrance (just a few hours earlier than the past two days), there is no clear path forward. Instead, we find a sea of festivalgoers ahead of us. Thankfully, we don’t have to wait long as everyone is rushed through security steadily (for better or for worse).
2:55 p.m. – 3:30 p.m. – The Aubreys
The duo, consisting of Malcolm Craig and Finn Wolfhard, began their performance at 2:45 p.m. We missed the first few minutes due to the crowded gate, but we still manage to catch much of the set. They’re performing on the Criminal Records Stage, which is the perfect place for casual enjoyers to camp out and sit on the grass while still being close enough to see the action. And that’s exactly what we did. The Aubreys are laid back but charismatic, charming the audience with their jests. I could see a dedicated group of fans jumping and swaying near the stage.
3:30 p.m. – The Backseat Lovers
The Ponce de Leon stage had a crowd going way before the Backseat Lovers took their places. The front of the stage is packed and even the little hill behind the gravel lot has little room left for walking. Once the show begins, many in the audience sing scream along with the band.
About halfway through the set, I start to wonder how Delta Spirit must be doing on the other side of the park. Out of curiosity, I’d been making mental notes about the relative streaming numbers of artists and what stage they were placed on. My conclusion is that there is no correlation, but for the most part, the Shaky Knees booking team seems to know their stuff pretty well. In this case, the Backseat Lovers outdo Delta Spirit by quite a large margin in terms of streaming. And yet, it’s the former that’s on the smaller stage. Ultimately, this worked well because the experience of a packed show in a smaller, more intimate venue suited the Backseat Lovers.
4:10 p.m. – My curiosity gets the best of me. So, we head over to see Delta Spirit perform on Zelle on Piedmont. There is a sizable crowd going with many gathering by the stage and others hanging back, enjoying the show from afar. We join the people lounging on the grass. Tired as we are, we decide to lie down on the grass and close our eyes. Delta Spirit is putting on a proper rock concert and I can feel the ground vibrate underneath me. At that point, I understand why they were placed on this very stage.
4:30 p.m.– Orville Peck

It’s time for the most enigmatic character of the entire lineup to perform. Orville Peck, the cowboy who’s never revealed his face, debuted in 2019. Despite my lack of familiarity with Peck, I could tell that festival goers were buzzing to see him live. So, we took our seats on the hill across from the Peachtree Stage. Peck was on the big screen with a wide white cowboy hat and his signature face mask. When he turned around, you could catch a better glimpse of his flamboyant jacket, which was painted with flames, a sunset, a truck on the highway, and (of course) his name. Before his performance of “Roses are Falling,” Orville sincerely asks the audience, “Have you ever loved someone so much you wanted to kill them?” If you have, he asks that you hold them close for this song.
5:00 p.m. – Ritt Momney
We left Orville’s set early to catch Ritt Momney at Criminal Records. And I will admit, I have some serious regrets about leaving Orville’s set early for a largely unremarkable performance. Oh well, we live, and we learn. Oh, and Ritt didn’t even stay for his whole set; he ended 15 minutes early!
5:15 p.m. – With the extra time on our hands, we move over to the Ponce de Leon stage and get a spot for The Aces’ 5:30 p.m. show. There is already a crowd forming. The Aces begin with their hit single “Daydream” and the audience loves them. Halfway through the show, lead vocalist Cristal Ramirez steps off the stage to sing by the barricade and the audience absolutely loses their minds. I am stunned by how her voice sounds exactly like it does on records. At some point, my boyfriend taps on my shoulder and goes, “The number of guys who were clearly brought here by their girlfriends and have no idea what’s happening is astonishing.” He was right. We were surrounded by a comical number of this exact pairing, and yes, it included us.
6:10 p.m. – We head over to Zelle on Piedmont where O.A.R. is performing. One thing I forgot to mention earlier: about one in 20 people today showed up with skeletons on their shirts à la the iconic Phoebe Bridgers look. And now, they concentrated in this exact spot, all waiting for the O.A.R performance to end to secure their spots for Phoebe.
6:30 p.m. – 7:30 p.m. – O.A.R.’s performance ends and their fans shuffle their way out of the crowd; people here to see Phoebe fill the gaps in immediately. There’s still an hour to go while Modest Mouse performs one stage over, but at least, the crowd knows how to keep themselves entertained and we get to watch the sunset behind us as we wait. Someone holds up their phone a couple feet behind me, it reads, “Anyone lesbian?”

About ten minutes before her set begins, I hear the crowd in front of us begin to chant “mommy, mommy” repeatedly, but it dies down. The crowd tightens slightly as the beginning time gets closer. A girl next to me comments, “Did everyone suddenly get taller? I can’t see anymore.” My boyfriend responds back, “I think that if everyone could just take off their Doc Martens, we’d be able to see better.”
7:30 p.m. – Phoebe Bridgers
Right on time, Phoebe’s ensemble steps out on stage clad in skeletal bodysuits accompanied by Flo Rida’s “Good Feeling” playing in the background. Phoebe herself is wearing all black with a faintly sparkly top and a blazer to top it off. This is her last stop of tour, and she begins with her most popular song “Motion Sickness.” When “Scott Street” plays, the crowd is singing along softly, but clearly; it sounds a like a lovely, haunting lullaby. To the absolute delight of the audience Phoebe plays her song “Georgia,” which has not been on the setlist for any previous shows of the tour. Of the song she says, “Sincerity is fucking humiliating but I’m coming around to it.”
When she notices a fan poster asking her about her favorite movie, she responds, “I re-watched the SpongeBob movie this year, it holds up. Anyway, this next song is about alcoholism.” Before her last song, Phoebe says she has one wish before the end of tour, she really wants a mosh pit (“I’m sorry about the tote bag bitches”). Then, she begins “I Know The End,” which builds and builds and builds until you can’t hear anything but the instrumental and screams. And then, it’s over.
8:30 p.m. – The Strokes
It’s 8:30 p.m. – time for the Strokes to perform, but they are nowhere to be seen. We get no explanation as to what’s going on. This is unusual for Shaky Knees because all the acts so far have operated like clockwork. Nearly 20 minutes pass until the band finally steps out on to stage. We have opted to watch the show from afar, where we can see the effects clearly and dance as we wish. The crowd is clearly excited to be there, but something feels… off. Leader singer, Julian Casablancas, kind of sounds like he’d rather be anywhere else. He is mumbling through the lyrics and his interactions with the crowd are subpar at best. I didn’t stay for the full set, but I did stay long enough to hear him start then immediately stop at the onset of one song (“I don’t know the lyrics to this one”).
Even dedicated fans were divided over the performance when the festival was over. Many were disappointed by Casablancas’ unprofessional demeanor and his overall performance, even ones who’d been waiting to see them for years. This was not the ending they had hoped for after an incredible weekend at Shaky. But there was another camp of fans who had a blast despite these shortcomings – it’s a rock concert after all, what did you expect?! That’s just classic Julian! Either way, when I walked out of that park with “The Adults Are Talking” fading out in the distance, I could almost see the end credits begin to roll.
So, that’s what you missed at this year’s Shaky Knees. If you want to experience it for yourself, check out the Shaky Knees 2022 lineup, which just got released! Until next time…

Shaky 2021: A Weekend Highlight Reel
Alas, a magnificently Shaky Knees weekend has again shaken, grooved, and jigged its way through our lives, now soaring onwards to next year. Whether you caught the magic this time around or not, I’ve got ya covered.

Kicking off the weekend with Glove
The weekend was off to a beautiful start with an early performance of stylistically vibrant dance-rock band, Glove. My high expectations were soaring, and instantly met by this lively group. Glove were the perfect fit (wink) for the weekend’s formative, inaugural performance of alternative talent.
Next up: Mayhem at the White Reaper pit
The intuitive talent of the White Reaper fellas swept the audience into a frenzy of mosh and dance. From the euphoric, intimate pit of fans, to the crisp autumn breeze, this set was everything it could’ve been and more.
Afternoon dazin’ at Cults

Thousands sprawled across the grass before the Piedmont stage to brace a widely anticipated Cults set. Cults blissfully welcomed the weekend by casting a lively mood and warm glow over the energy of the festival—as well as good fortune. It was during this set that a few friends and I casually ran into Dominic Fike!
Finishing off the evening with Black Pistol Fire

Black Pistol Fire gave an electrifying sunset show Friday evening. This fierce two-man act produced enough sound to compensate a rowdy noise band, effectively winding down the light of the day by igniting the fire of the night.
A midnight snack: IDLES @ the Masq

What better space for IDLES to nearly break the floor of, if not the Masquerade? Ceaseless movement and passion encompassed the IDLES late-night show—a niche intensity that we’d prepared for. Though the next day’s festival set still wreaked havoc upon mosh participants, seeing these brusque brits in such an intimate venue was the angsty experience one dreams of their IDLES gig to be.
Saturday starts with a few Geese
I was stoked to begin the second day of Shaky with Brooklyn-based rising punk band Geese. They naturally ooze the same urgency and authenticity found ringing through singles like “Low Era” and “Disco.” Geese have singlehandedly ushered a momentum of excitement through the post-punk scene, set to flourish beyond the fringes of New York’s underground. Bringing a refreshing blend of noise rock and progressive melodies, each song was a compliment of the next.
Cloud Nothings under the clouds
A mid-day surge of excitement was effortlessly brought on by Cloud Nothing‘s set, despite a calm crowd of seemingly introspective onlookers. Nevertheless, Cloud Nothings delivered on the rocked out energy that the rest of us were there for.
Garbage & The Hives: a back-2-back mania of fun
Equally as nostalgic as they were unfamiliar and empowering—Garbage came ready to reveal an entirely fresh version of themselves, different to what many remember them as. Frontwoman Shirley Manson enamored the crowd with her charm and down-to-earth yet expressive speeches. Between songs was fluid engagement with the audience, and a passionate dedication to issues like systemic misogyny and racism, as well as the internet’s tight grip over our self image and idealizations. As someone admirably known for using her platform to speak on pressing matters, Manson’s compelling stage presence made Garbage all the more meaningful.
The Hives still being those rousing, rambunctious Swedes

The Hives put on a headliner-worthy show that swiftly attracted the whole festival their way. Although me and my friends had made it up to the front for their set, we’d looked back in the midst of the mania to find a swarming park behind us. It’s because The Hives are resolute attention-grabbers, known for giving their music an added layer of commotion through audacious live performances. Frontman, natural charmer, and feisty performance artist Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist made sure I’d never forget this fact, as he held the hands of me and my friend and spared a cheeky Swedish wink before ascending up the barricade gap.

Portugal the Man grounds and uplifts us all at once

Immaculate energy quickly and pervasively surrounded the main stage as the sun set on Saturday night, thanks to Portugal the Man’s dazzling sound and lights, mind-altering visuals, and intermittent well-informed social takes. Throughout, we were invited into the world of insight and honor that Portugal the Man operates within: one that makes an initiative to learn, embrace, and respect the indigenous lands we exist upon. This message sweetly set the tone of the show, spreading a comforting veil of acceptance and gratitude over the crowd.
Delta Spirit and some spirits to commence the holy day
The last day of a festival invites a mysterious energy—one slightly melancholy to have reached the end, but equally as elated to ravage the park grounds from pure emotion. This kind of feeling encapsulated Delta Spirit, which was profoundly needed to remind us Shaky attendees that the weekend was far from over.
Orville Peck swoons the entire city of Atlanta in one go

Orville Peck’s astonishing presence, both on and off the stage, is enough to unify any given set of opposing groups. So, you can imagine the effect it had on our deliriously laxed out, mid-afternoon crowd of indie fans. If the effect you were thinking was a collective eruption of square-dancing, you’re completely right. Draped in only the swankiest and most refined cowboy fits imaginable, Orville Peck & his band—both visually and sonically—served as the premium highlight of Shaky Knees 2021.
(p.s. I spotted this dashing cowboy in all of his masked glory while backstage—can now confirm that his charm knows absolutely no bounds).
The Strokes… I repeat, The Strokes

The Sunday recap is moderately concise since 75% of the day was spent aggressively anticipating this, which was only the most anticipated show of my life. For that reason, recalling the sequence of events that comprised this set is hard for me. It felt like a genuine emotional black-out from the first reverberation of “Hard To Explain,” to my shoulder-descension following “Automatic Shop.” What I can most definitely recall, however, is that the dudes seemed tired, but nevertheless very proud of their loyal Atlantan turnout and the rabid energy we brought for them.
Featured photo: The Strokes © Emily Butler Photography


