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.
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.
I just finished the GQ Magazine article with Brad Pitt (because who wouldn’t?) about his divorce, finding himself and becoming a better man. OK, Eddie Vedder. The magazine took him to multiple national parks in California for the photo shoot, where Pitt apparently frolicked with the land and talked matcha tea during his “weird” time. Well I’m having a weird time, too. And I, too, am asking question of the futile world – which I think is OK. I see why GQ chose to bring our beloved Pitt to the wilderness (The Everglades, White Sands