Photography by David Brendan Hall
With the proliferation of music festivals today, it’s hard to get excited about an event simply because it is new. Harder still is trusting promotional claims that a new festival will offer a “unique experience.” The plentiful mediocrity of lineups and festival designs often blurs together. For Houston’s inaugural Day for Night Festival, however, mystery piqued our interest, and their ambition delivered in spades. Describing Day for Night was a struggle even for those closest to the festival; videos called it a “music festival inside an art installation,” but with six acres filled with visual artists and musicians, it was hard to conceptualize just what that would mean. Even after speaking with one of the head event promoters, my brain was still spinning for a reference point as we approached the entrance early Saturday afternoon.
Walking through the gates was a whirlwind — box office confusion and lax security were par for the course, as far as first-year logistics. After some short waiting and heavy radio chatter, everyone seemed to find their rhythm. Even once on-site, it took a while to wrap your arms around exactly where we were: It was a sea of concrete, warehouses, and makeshift carpet fields. As my bearings cemented, Day for Night’s layout revealed itself to be surprisingly cohesive. Three stages supported the musical acts: Red for the biggest names, Green for the electronic or atmospheric acts, and Blue for the homegrown or excessively weird performers. Speckled between these stages were two different warehouse-encased installations and a separate gallery showcasing exhibitions from renowned digital and multimedia artists. Day for Night’s confluence of art and music seemed to be best exemplified by the Green stage and adjacent art gallery. One moment patrons could be listening to Nicolas Jaar or Dan Deacon within a massive rectangular warehouse, the next they could step through an opening in the white brick side-wall into a world of projections like that of Casey Reyes, whose piece played both on abrasive musical ambiance and multilayered digital images that confounded normal visual processes.
This fusion raised another question: Who was Day for Night aimed at? It’s a question that can’t really be answered demographically. At its simplest, Day for Night was a festival for the fringe, for the weirdos and the obsessively hip alike. But for those not in either category, there was no air of pretension or inaccessibility. Whether you wanted to investigate the intention behind the light and sound around you, or just take some drugs, giggle, and observe, Day for Night created an atmosphere that left the choice to its audience.
A drawback of this wide-ranging appeal is that things may have been spread too thin for a first-year festival. Although headlining shows garnered sizable crowds and select daytime acts fared well, even prominent events seemed to draw only a few thousand people. This did, however, lead to an ease of mobility and an intimacy with the artists — one could easily spot the likes of Shamir and members of HEALTH strolling the grounds. Also notable was the lack of gaudy corporate sponsors. The sparse attendance and lack of corporate involvement does bring into question the fest’s sustainability, though; the current festival scene isn’t always kind to those who ignore the powers that be. With year one under their belt, hopefully the strength of fan appreciation will allow DFN to grow while holding onto its individuality.
By Sunday evening, several unforgettable performances had been delivered, with New Order and Kendrick Lamar providing a one-two punch on par with any major festival this year. Rarities like Philip Glass added a depth and variety that made for a positively singular experience. The timing of the festival gives it few direct competitors, and Day for Night has undoubtedly taken great risks in creating a framework that effectively sets it apart. It will be interesting to see just how far this festival can go. –Kevin McMahon
Click through to see our top 15 moments from the inaugural year.
15. Most Inspiring Use of Code
School For Poetic Computation
With so many visual installations, it’s hard to select merely one highlight, but there was no better example of the “digital art” aesthetic Day for Night promoted than the School for Poetic Computation. The NYC-based collective curates 10-week, project-oriented classes that hone in on specific dialects and manifestations of backend-led art. Their DFN exhibit was a large two-screen display rendered digital sketches of artwork created by early pioneers like Vera Molnar and Bridget Riley, alongside many other revolutionary tech-art figures from the ’50s, ’60s, and ’70s.
The left screen showed the artwork, which shifted at the whim of the right screen, which showed the raw code producing the artwork. Interestingly, the right screen brightly highlighted elements of the code that were being manipulated live, connecting the progression of images in a way that the programming illiterate (like yours truly) could understand. Thematically, SFPC’s pieces stayed true to the artists’ original ideas of visual tension, geometric manipulation, and the general beauty and mystery of computer language. SFPC aims to develop an appreciation for the endless capabilities of computer-generated, and finding the right poetry in a limitless world of algorithms is a daunting task. –Kevin McMahon
14. Best Approximation of a Vegas Dance Party
On one hand, getting to see Shamir Bailey play the main stage in the late afternoon was a good sign of growth for the Vegas dance pop artist at the end of his breakout year. It took a few songs for Shamir and his band to lock in after a bit of a rocky start, but once they jumped into more upbeat tracks like “On the Regular”, the crowd began to liven up. The set felt well-practiced after a year of playing the festival circuit, but it felt a bit like going through the motions. Whether it was too early in the day or too large a stage, Shamir’s set didn’t quite capture what made his record so enthralling. –David Sackllah
13.Best On-Stage Gyration
For people who strolled over to the more local-oriented Blue stage in the afternoon unaware of what they were going to see, they were in for a harsh awakening when they saw Future Blondes. The Texas-based noise collective delivered a brutal noise set for 40 minutes, driven by wailing vocals and one member whose main purpose was to gyrate around the stage while the others played. The group’s brand of noise wasn’t for everyone (and the same could be said for Houston’s Richard Ramirez who played earlier in the day), but the fact that they were playing just one stage over from Janelle Monae was a sign of how eclectic the lineup ultimately was. –David Sackllah
12. Best Overcast Goth Rave
Although the gloomy skies served as a nice companion to HEALTH’s goth electronic music, their set was another one that likely would have been a better fit for a crowded indoor stage rather than the larger, sparsely attended outdoor stage — but the fans that did pack near the stage were rabid. The group did their best to get the crowd engaged, head-banging continuously and flailing at extra drums to push a frenetic pace. The set began with vocals that teetered a bit too hard on screaming, shining more when the group embraced more melodic songs like recent single “New Coke”. Once they began to gel, the set picked up for the light but dedicated crowd. –David Sackllah
11. Most Death Grips Comparisons
B L A C K I E
B L A C K I E is the undisputed king of the Houston underground noise rap scene. Holding the torch carried by the likes of DJ Screw and Bun B in his own manic manner, B L A C K I E’s passion has never been up for debate. His sound’s resemblance to that of Death Grips, however, is another story. In fact, I had several conversations in which locals insisted me that Death Grips were nothing more than a homogenized version of Michael LaCour’s intensity. True, they share some similarities, and B L A C K I E did make his foray into experimental rap years before Death Grips, but the real argument seems to stem from anger at B L A C K I E’s comparative obscurity. The Houstonian, for his part, seems unconcerned with anything as trivial as that argument, instead ripping murderously dissonant phrases and screaming vigorously into its the mic clipped onto the bell of his saxophone. His energy and reckless abandon were met with curiosity and applause from an audience that seemed to hold just as many die-hards as first time listeners. After seeing Death Grips and B L A C K I E back to back, it’s safe to say that the two occupy very different corners. –Kevin McMahon
10. Best Use of Sunglasses at Night
Playing the smaller stage right as the sun set, Houston psych rock group Indian Jewelry naturally drew a crowd of locals but also won many more over. Decked out in sunglasses, leather jackets, and trench coats, the group’s use of red lights and smoke machines bordered on kitsch, but their driving momentum and talent kept it from being derivative. The band’s set felt like a heavier version of a Chromatics show, with a similar brand of enticing throwback dance rock. The group oozed a sense of cool, and though the crowd in attendance was small, those that came enjoyed the band’s grooving, hypnotic set. –David Sackllah
9. Best Jam Session
After a full day of mostly electronic and dance acts in the warehouse, Battles took over the long room and put on a showcase of their thrilling jams. More than any act prior, they packed the room with a mass of people dancing in the pit as if they were at one of the DJ sets. Cameras from overhead the band caught an aerial view that they displayed on screens throughout the warehouse, giving the whole room a chance to feel up close with the band, who tore through a number of songs from their new record, La Di Da Di. The rubbery nature of their music gave it an open, jubilant feel that was also clearly tightly controlled, full of repetition not dissimilar from Philip Glass’s performance seven hours earlier. As one of the few more traditional rock bands on the bill, their loose, improvisational nature was a great fit for the festival. –David Sackllah
8. Biggest Tease
Accompanied by the most intense multilayered visualizer of the festival (and believe me, at Day for Night, that’s saying something), Flying Lotus had the crowd in the palm of his hand. After being introduced by Houston’s own Bun B, the set seemed poised for collaboration and guest appearances. His cosmic blue and green color scheme interwove shapes and letters on a slightly off-kilter axis, and judging by the amount of gaping mouths and vacant stares, it was an effective tactic. Musically, he spun a balanced set showcasing FlyLo highlights, as well as his work as Captain Murphy. Halfway through the set, a gentleman in the front row passed him a large blunt, and the teasing began: First he jested that Kendrick was coming out, then Earl Sweatshirt, and then Kendrick again. As the introductory notes for “Never Catch Me” began, complemented by the knowledge that Kendrick was set to take same stage in less than 45 minutes, it was hard not to assume that K-Dot would come out for his bars. Sadly, we got the recording; not so sadly, we got the real thing an hour later. –Kevin McMahon
7. Least Fucks Given
By now, the fact that Death Grips do not give a fuck is well documented. That Day for Night was able to lure the trio out from wherever it is spectral satanic hip-hop artists go in their off-time, however, is much more interesting. The set deviated little from the well-rehearsed nature of the rest of their tour, but its entertainment value was in no way diminished. Their energy is unparalleled, and no matter how many times one sees Death Grips in action, Zach Hill’s ability to sustain such a high level of uninterrupted drumming is nothing short of incredible. From “Come Up and Get Me” through “Takyon”, the performance is so explosive it’s hard to imagine having any pent-up emotion left afterwards. As Ride emphatically dropped his mic to the floor and walked off stage (10 minutes early, of course), Flatlander gave a passive wave to the crowd. It’s the closest I’ve seen the group come to acknowledging an audience’s existence. It’s this unflinching indifference that has thrown many off their bandwagon, yet bound those remaining even tighter. –Kevin McMahon