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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
Shaky Knees 2021: An hourly breakdown of must-see artists
As we lead into my most anticipated Georgia festival, infinitely more so that I’ve been robbed of all gratifying festival experiences for years now, I am ecstatic to share with you the many acts I will be spiritually bracing as the moments inch closer to Shaky Knees.

Although not able to supplement a far more groundbreaking pre-pandemic lineup, Shaky Knees is nevertheless widely and eagerly anticipated by most, if not all, indie Georgians alike. It’s projected to be the ultimate make-up fest to compensate for all recent failures, although I do advise all attendees (both now and forever) to keep their high hopes at bay, as we still attempt to recover from the live music abyss.
I feel strongly about careful creation of festival schedules, not only because I love living by them through the weekend, it’s also how I get my friends to the same sets in time. So let’s dive in friends, and I’ll see you there!:
Friday, October 22nd.
12-12:45 – Glove
Allow your first performance at Shaky to be one that transports you. Glove are a funky, Tampan four-piece that sport a groovy union between dance-rock, 90s post-punk, & new wave. They’re a nostalgic glimpse at a distant music era’s past, and simultaneously future-driven techno. All of Glove’s releases so far are mindlessly danceable, making their set perfect to kick off the rest of the magic that is Shaky Knees weekend.
2:15-3:00 – White Reaper
You haven’t heard about White Reaper yet? They’re only The World’s Best American Band, no big deal. White Reaper are a modern rock staple, and effortless revivers of power punk and garage rock. They’ve earned the right to flaunt their vintage band persona, with three delicious studio rock albums under their belt. Not only are they an objectively phenomenal and seasoned band, they’ve been one of my top anticipated act for years now. Check out the time Vinyl got to document these guys’ Sasquatch moments via film disposables!
3:45-4:45 – Cults
A mid-day trance welcomes you in the Cults crowd. Cults’ twinkling experimental indie pop is an ideal cool-down set after some White Reaper carnage.
5:45-6:45 – Ty Segall & The Freedom Band
Swinging back into the knee-shaking, head-banging, mosh material that brings me back to this festival every year, Ty Segall’s set will be a definite one to remember, as all of his past and current projects have been. I’m infinitely ready to experience this fuzz god in all of his glory.
6:45-7:45 – Black Pistol Fire
Black Pistol Fire are the explosive, blues-rock moment that is quintessential to the energy of Shaky Knees. Channeling an arena-rock sound that is signature to any indie festival, you won’t want to miss the discernible spirit of their set.
Saturday, October 23rd.
1:45-2:30 – Geese
I’m psyched to see Brooklyn-based Geese make one of their debut performances this weekend. As a young band with implosive potential in the realms of psychedelic and punk, they were readily signed to renowned indie label Partisan Records, joining britpunk favs IDLES and Fountaines D.C. And it’s no mystery why. With only a few released singles and a plethora of unreleased music under their belt, Geese have rightfully earned considerable buzz in NY’s underground scene.
2:30-3:15 – Arlo Parks
Parks is acclaimed for her laid-back, relatable, charismatic nature; present in her lyrics, in every note of her songs, and in her charming musical persona. She combines lo-fi bedroom pop with up-lifting, crisp hip-hop sounds, creating an incredibly graceful and immersive style of music. Your weekend won’t be complete without giving due praise to this London-based poet mid-day Sat.
5:45-6:45 – Garbage
Shake-up your Shaky schedule by catching 90s experimental rock novelties, Garbage. I’m not alone in my excitement to find that Garbage has made an epic return over the last year with the release of new record, No Gods No Masters. Garbage began as grunge game-changers, and have since blossomed between varying influences of electronic, hip-hop, and arena rock, now returning with a vengeance to embody their myriad of musical quirks.
6:45-7:45 – The Hives
I was both ecstatic and surprised to find these iconic 2000’s Swede rockers on the bill for this year. Known for their otherworldly live performances, The Hives are an act you may not have the opportunity to catch again any time soon. I already feel grateful and thrilled to watch these raucous Swedes perform on Saturday evening.
8:45-9:45 – IDLES
I’m stoked to welcome Shaky second-timers, IDLES—the pinnacle of Brit-punk angst—back to the stage this year. Their 2019 set consisted of a raging, non-stop mosh, start to finish. So, if you enjoy hard-hitting, belligerent, and heavily British punk, IDLES is the act for you. Warning: bodies may very well be thrown.
Sunday, October 24th.
4:30-5:30 – Orville Peck
How could you even bring yourself to miss this groundbreaking, majestic cowboy once finding out they exist? An anomaly to the country music world as we’ve always known it, Orville Peck has been envisioned as an abstract dream for months now, and as the days lead closer to their performance, I must recurrently pinch myself awake. A genuine mystery box famously labeled as “The Masked Cowboy”, Orville Peck’s voice alone is enough to shake the world of country down to its core, all besides the magnetic charisma, the flamboyance, and the iconic mask + outfit combos.
6:30-7:30 – Black Midi
Nearly wrapping up the weekend are British post-prog + punk fusion crusaders, Black Midi. A project whose sound is pretty impossible to describe in simplistic musical terms, Black Midi are quite the avantgarde-ers of our time. They’ve complicated and experimented the genres of post-punk and progressive rock into an unforeseen oblivion, meshing together art rock, prog/math rock, jazz, noise, in a massive, fiery, non-conforming cauldron. Lest I say Black Midi are an impeccable delight to catch on the last ‘eve of Shaky.
7:30-8:30 – All Them Witches
All Them Witches have taken psychedelic and stoner rock to an entirely new level of prowess, and passion. Since their formation 8 years ago, they’ve released six full-length studio albums, each bursting with unceasing momentum, through which we’ve discovered an incredible fervor for psychedelia, prog metal, and classic psych rock. I don’t know about you, but I’m already bracing the excellence of them witches. All of them.
8:30-10:30 – The Strokes <3
Not only does it feel like I’ve waited my entire life, in both the conscious and subconscious realms of existence, to finally revel in The Strokes live—it also feels like I waited a past life or two. Unparalleled in the history of band fall-outs and re-formations have we witnessed such a transformative, invigorating reunion. One that had the power to restore broken spirits, mend insoluble heartache, heal deep emotional wounds, right all wrongs, and salvage the nearly-forgotten feelings of ecstasy one only knows to be true when listening to their favorite band knowing they’re still out there rockin’. If you, too, feel like you’ve been eternally preparing for the moment you see these dudes do their thing on stage, I’ll catch you in (or on top of) the crowd, Sunday night at Peachtree. May The Strokes live on, quite literally, forever.
See you this weekend.



