All Points West Music & Arts Festival

The All Points West Music & Arts Festival was an annual music and arts festival held at Liberty State Park in Jersey City, New Jersey. First held in August 2008, it is hosted by Goldenvoice/AEG Live events, the same company that hosts the similar annual Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival every year in Indio, California. The event lasts all day, from noon to about midnight, for eleven and a half hours per day. All Points West 2009 was held on July 31, August 1 and 2 featuring both music, comedy and art, much like its counterpart in Indio.

Famous quotes containing the words points, west, music, arts and/or festival:

    Every man has to learn the points of the compass again as often as he awakes, whether from sleep or any abstraction.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    These emblems of twilight have seen at length,
    And the man red-faced and tall seen, leaning
    In the day of his strength
    Not as a pine, but the stiff form
    Against the west pillar....
    Allen Tate (1899–1979)

    As if, as if, as if the disparate halves
    Of things were waiting in a betrothal known
    To none, awaiting espousal to the sound
    Of right joining, a music of ideas, the burning
    And breeding and bearing birth of harmony,
    The final relation, the marriage of the rest.
    Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)

    Having a thirteen-year-old in the family is like having a general-admission ticket to the movies, radio and TV. You get to understand that the glittering new arts of our civilization are directed to the teen-agers, and by their suffrage they stand or fall.
    Max Lerner (b. 1902)

    Don’t you know there are 200 temperance women in this county who control 200 votes. Why does a woman work for temperance? Because she’s tired of liftin’ that besotted mate of hers off the floor every Saturday night and puttin’ him on the sofa so he won’t catch cold. Tonight we’re for temperance. Help yourself to them cloves and chew them, chew them hard. We’re goin’ to that festival tonight smelling like a hot mince pie.
    Laurence Stallings (1894–1968)