If you don’t yet know, I’m really obsessed with Devendra Banhart, and have been since I discovered him in high school. I’ve got a tattoo dedicated to the man and his music. That’s musical love, right there. So the announcement of his much anticipated new album Mala to debut March 12th is a really big deal for me.
My decision to ride the train into the city from Gary was my first mistake…*
Let me start off by saying that I went to Lollapalooza last year for the 20th anniversary. Ruined a pair of shoes in the mud, got run over by a man in a wheel-chair, and lost my iPhone to water damage when the unexpected rain fell and I had nothing to put my phone in. There were a lot of people, and I swore that festivals are just not for me, I’d much rather go to a small show where people are more in it for the love of a particular artist than for the festival experience of getting on the waste and humping random people.
But, then they released the 2012 lineup. I was charmed by a bunch of my “must-see” artists like Sigur Ros, The Shins, Bloc Party, Metric, The Black Angels, The Growlers, and Bowerbirds playing in the same place in one weekend. So I bought tickets. But they were sold out of regular passes, so I splurged on the “Travel Package”. Last year, stayed at the Parthenon Hostel, which was the worst. The grumpy Greek man yelled at me for touching my own piece of toast when grabbing it from the toaster at breakfast, and the walk was pretty annoying after a day of being herded around Grant Park. This year with the travel package, I was really stoked about getting to stay at the Intercontental Hotel on the Magnificent Mile. Overall the travel package was a win. Checked into the hotel and they give you your tickets, a pair of posters and T-shirts, and two $50 car vouchers for the weekend, which we should have used but we didn’t really go anywhere far enough to warrant a cab.
Now, on to the festival itself. As is expected with a large festival… overpriced food and drinks. $6 for a normal sized can of Bud Light… seriously. If they were giving me some good beer options I would be more okay with it, but it’s just a bunch of hop-water in a can. They have an abundance of food choices, which is nice. Literally anything you would want, they probably have. We only got cheese fries one day, best. But I had the pizza last year which was good. Also on the last day look out for deals, food vendors will give away stuff for free or cheap. One slice of pizza is usually $3, we got a whole pizza for $5 on the last day last year. We didn’t really keep an eye out for it this year but we were given free lemonades and waters on our way out. Another thing that they did last year that may have been a 20th anniversary thing that they should have done this year (or maybe they did and I just wasn’t paying enough attention) was they would tweet out their location and you’d get free stuff if you got there fast enough… we got a bunch of food coupons last year that way that were literal best.
Mud… now obviously the festival cannot control the weather. (I came prepared this year with waterproof bags to store my valuables in the event or rain again!) The second day was evacuated when a huge storm rolled in. Lucky for us, we hadn’t left the hotel yet when I got the message saying they were evacuating. So we sat in our 10th floor hotel window and watched the storm move in and all the humans on the street freak out. Hilarious. However, once we finally were allowed back into the festival and made our way over there, the place was so grossly muddy. I mean, obviously rain makes mud. But, this is clearly something that Lollapalooza faces pretty regularly, so they should maybe come up with some kind of management for the mud. Of course there are those people that love it up and roll around in the mud… but that’s just not for me (and I think my fellow germophobes will agree). It could be as simple as plywood over the mudpits, or something. It would also be easier to avoid the mud if my next point were addressed…
My major gripe with Lollapalooza this year (and last year too but this year was way worse) way too many people. Red Hot Chili Peppers was probably the most obvious example of it, between the two entrances to get into their stage you could hardly get in enough to be able to see the screens, much less the stage. We opted to find a place along a fence that allowed us easy exit, because we we’re that stoked on seeing RHCP, but figured we should see them since we were there. People were coming out from deep in the stage telling people walking towards it to turn back, “it’s terrible, it’s not worth it!” etc. Everyone was covered in mud to their knees, or if they were lucky only to their ankles. We watched at least three people get carried out by the Medical Services team. Not really sure what was going on down in there, but I can almost guarantee it was the cause of too many people and too much ruckus.
Overall, this year’s Lollapalooza left me feeling like I will never ever attend a large outdoor music festival again. You lose a lot of the value of seeing your favorite artist because most of the people there are going for the sake of the festival and are on drugs or are incomprehensibly intoxicated. It is ridiculously hot, crowded, dirty, and expensive. It seems great, all these awesome artists in one place, but for me, I would much rather experience an intimate show where I can truly appreciate the artist’s work, where they know that I am there to see them and will put on a much better show for that reason. Plus there is the constant running around to catch artists, it’s stressful. Plus I was with someone who didn’t have similar interests as me, so I missed out on a lot of the bands I would have seen if I were on my own (as if I’d go to something like that alone!)
That said, all of the artists put on great shows! I’m sure they hate it, for the reasons stated above, because I would sure be bummed out seeing a bunch of people more interested in rolling around in mud than listening to the music I’ve worked to hard to bring to them. Seeing Ozzy Osborne live in person was byfar one of the most amazing things that I wouldn’t have paid to do on it’s own. Jack White was amazing. The Growlers, great as always. Sigur Ros moved me to tears, as did The Shins. Gambino and Macklemore were super. And all the other bands I saw… wish I could have seen them all!*My decision to train into the city from Gary saved me loads of money, but hanging out at the Gary Metro station alone for more than an hour was really scary. Seeing as how parking in the city would cost like, $100 for the weekend, and this way parking and transport into the city only cost me about $15, it was probably worth it. Although I had a couple panic attacks thinking about how everyone looked like they wanted to kill me, I guess it’s worth $85? This article was also featured on Nice Man Blog!
You were a mermaid, I was a whale
I made weird noises and you couldn’t tell
What I was sayin’, sayin’ to you
My words got all mixed up in the big ocean blue
Then came a big ship, and stole you away
They made you a woman, and that way you’d stay
You became a gypsy, and you wore your beads
You danced to music, o’er the seven seas
Until one day you saw me, heard my strange noises too
Say “hey mister big whale, I wanna be friends with you!”
So you made a potion, and said a quick spell
And hoped that one day this story you’d tell
About your marvelous plan to turn a whale to a man
So we’ll live on forever on the big pirate ship
Singing songs about nothing on our eternal trip
We’ll sell shells at the market and play ‘round the pier
Walk down the street and sometimes you’ll hear
The song of the tortoise saying “go with the flow,
“You can see so much better if you go through life slow,
“You’ll hear the song of the ocean and the call of the whale,
“You’ll see the dance of the mermaid, and her colorful tail!”
The sparrow he tells me “son you got it good,
“You’ve got the love of the gypsy and a boatload of rum!”
So I came to find you and sing you this song
And we’ll continue to float on and soak up the sun
We’ll dance and drink rum until our journey is done
Song lyrics written in 2007 or so, was once recorded with a friend but that probably doesn’t exist anymore.