Jared, our Special Correspondent for Indie Rock Extravaganzas, hit the Siren Festival this weekend in Coney Island with a digital camera and a bad attitude.

Everyone was pretty great except for VUE, whose singer is "straight edge" but was pretending to be really into it, with the "eyes so sad I have to squint and the whole falling all over the stage cuz my music is so fucking intense" schtick.

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I heard a rumor that the Asian girl in Blonde Redhead [above] fell off a horse a year ago and supposedly the horse stepped right on her face and she had to get a bunch of surgery, but I have no idea if that's true. The VIP tent was full of obnoxious Voice/SPIN/record label employees — lots of haircuts from Beehive and clothes from... I dont know or care. No one in the press or VIP areas were that friendly considering it was s'posed to be a fun day of music. Eleanor from The Fiery Furnaces [below] is the hottest thing in the world.

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I spent a lot of time during breaks watching the hot blatino neighborhood boys make loot dancing to things like "Let The Music Play."

The festival could have included at least one freestyle act, ya know? Where's Debbie Deb when you need her? Oh yeah, Mission of Burma [below] being shoved onto the second stage is completely disrespectful. Who the fuck are the Ponys? Who the fuck is VUE?

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TV On The Radio was hands down the best band of the day, and they have a cute guitarist. [above] TV On The Radio's lead singer [below] got all anti-Bush about it at the end of their set when they played "Bomb Yourself" — it was uh, deep and oh so unexpected.

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I got semi-busted for sneaking back into the all access area, but whatever, it wasn't like I was trying to be ghetto and eat up all their food and shit. The PR girl Jessica got a little salty but I was like it's only rock and roll man... er, indie rock and roll. She wasn't amused. I rode the Cyclone, ran into my exboyfriend, enjoyed a lot of the looks the kids were pumping, got a mild sunburn, and saw the really really ugly kid from Gummo with a hot girl.