I’ve been kind of busy or maybe just slacking, either way here is my delayed Lollapalooza report. No pictures because all of my pictures turned out pretty bad. I was too far away, too short and my camera too old.
I went on Sunday with a friend that is equally averse to the sun (he sweats, I burn) so we arrived late in the afternoon. We saw Saul Williams rock out with his make up and band in costumes. He said he felt bad that we had to choose between seeing Kanye or NIN as headliners and with his music you don’t have to choose. Well, obviously he was not aware other bands were playing at the same time he was. We left toward the end of his set and saw some of Blues Traveler because my friend liked them in high school. After he got over his nostalgia, we went back over to Saul Williams and caught his cover of “Sunday, Bloody Sunday”.
Next was Gnarls Barkley, dressed in some weird yellow suit jackets. Too hot for Star Wars costumes I guess. The first three songs sounded exactly like the CD. I could see them playing, they had live instruments but it was all oddly robotic. We lost interest a few songs in and went to see Girl Talk. Actually we got crushed by the Girl Talk crowd on the way to the disgusting toilets. So we kind of heard/saw Girl Talk while in line for the bathroom.
Then we wandered to Flosstraudamus for reasons I cannot remember. (Why, yes we do have musical ADD.) Flosstraudamus was like Girl Talk but not as good. A guy in the crowd asked about my tattoo and correctly identified it as not a sea creature. Then we went over to see The National, who were playing on the stage next to NIN. We sat in the very back of The National crowd which was the front-ish area of the NIN stage. It was an hour before NIN went on and already the front center area was filled.
As soon as The National finished, NIN started. I’ve liked NIN since high school and I have never seen them before so I couldn’t possibly dislike the show. They had an interactive LED fence of lights that changed from static, to logo, to boxes that Trent could poke and change color, to a close up of Trent’s mouth while he was singing. They played old and new, took an instrumental marimba interlude in the middle and then went into some of the harder new stuff. The 2nd to last song in the encore was Hurt and I stopped screaming along for that one and just silently took the song in. Also, Trent looked so good, all sweaty and muscley and rockin his mid-40’s.

I got my hair chopped short yesterday. I gave the stylist this picture and she did an excellent job at copying the haircut. We made some minor changes, a little longer at top of the back of my head so I can make it stick up. It’s a fun cut but probably one I should have had 10 years ago.

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