Lollapolooza just wrapped an epic 2017 but it was not so epic in the beginning in 1991. Tens of thousands flocked to Chicago’s Grant Park last night as Arcade Fire and Justice closed out the event on the Grant Park and Bud Light stages. Known as the launch pad for alternative rock bands like Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails (the first electronic assault!) to bond together with Ice-T without the risk of getting shot, the festival has always been about the music.
I’ve been to raves and countless shows but never such a huge production like the Electric Daisy Carnival in Las Vegas. My first time at EDC (only last year) I was so in awe of the entire scene that I felt a little out of place in my non-fantastical crop tops and cutoff jeans. I knew I needed to embrace the entire culture under the electric sky and go big this year. With the help of Tiny Dancer and encouragement from my rave booty-making workouts, I felt like I was ready to pop that cherry.
When I was a kid there was “oldies” radio stations with music from my parents’ youth: happy Beach Boys, songs about how fine Brandy is and wailing Janice Joplin. I always wondered when music of my youth would be considered an oldie (but goodie). Last month I came to the realization music of my youth is now more in the “classic rock” section of today’s youth than ever. I’m sure my parents were surprised their music was considered old just as I was.
You’re not slowing down, but luckily the light changes green just as you throw the car into second and floor it. The engine responds. You crank the wheel to the right giving a faint squeal of tire protest as they grip the turn. Tonight you’re being chased by a gang of evil hit men in a shiny, black SUV. Traffic protectively surrounds the car as you skillfully weave in and out of it on the dark side streets.