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In case you’re Tom Hanks (3) in the Saturday Night Live Mr. Short Term Memory sketches or just new to the magic of Cinema Blend Music, I’ll give you a little run down of how this article works. I was at Lollapalooza all weekend. You probably weren’t. Therefore, since I’m an affable sort of guy, I’ll fill you in about all the goings on ... read more |
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They neither possess glamour nor seem to care. They cover the stage with their ever-growing older faces and stampede together, culminating in a cacophony of noise—a cross between madness and plain-faced oddity. So, what makes this Broken Social Scene concert so utterly intoxicating? It’s in the mix ... read more |
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There is not one innovative or eye-opening detail about the entire experience. You can’t turn around twice without seeing a half dozen tramp stamps and three or four brown messenger bags covered in obvious and overdone buttons. Diversity? That’s a fucking laugh. Lollapalooza is one festival under Urban Outfitters ... read more |
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Finally, she offered me entrance, if I’d sign in, state my intended purpose, and agree to be chaperoned, all of which were unreasonable requests considering I had no real agenda and both the paper trail and escort could expose my plans of drunken carousing ... read more |
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By the time RATM closes their initial set, I’ve made out and am roughly eight rows deep, smack dab in front of Zach’s sweaty frame. I’ve been stepped on, shoved, kicked in the face by a crowd surfer—and I’ve never felt so liberated. It was trendier for the other media members to watch from the safety of their tent ... read more |
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High points of the afternoon included an always-incendiary rendition of “Fortunate Son,” crooned rather than sung. It may have just been the heat, but we were all lulled by the power of the voice of a skinny jean-ed lady bouncing about on a stage small enough it barely contained her energy. Guess the iconic Streisand also taught her a thing or two, cause’ no one can rain on her parade ... read more |
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They’re pretty damn popular, at least in Lollapalooza-land, where some stages receive several hundred intent listeners, others several thousand. Yet they haven’t managed to bring anything innovative to their particular genre, nor are they catchy, nor can one dance to their music. Hell with the Black Lips and the Black Kids, they don’t even have a catchy name ... read more |
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If Warped Tour is New Jersey, Lollapalooza is New York. More exciting, more intimidating, and way more hostile. Imagine a sea of people--like in those old Ellis Island pictures-and cram them all into Chicago’s Grant Park, a sizeable chunk of land which covers roughly four blocks. And go ahead and crank the thermostat to ninety-something for the hell of it (pun very much intended) ... read more |
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