Lollapalooza Day 3 – Sunday, August 7, 2011
I started to feel some wear-and-tear on Sunday as the mileage from the previous two outings caught up to me. Saturday ended up being a much busier day than expected. There were fewer stops to be made Sunday, which was nice. Plus, I had reinforcements in the crowd: Cory, who had been deeply involved with Shure‘s involvement in the Rolling Stone pre-show Rock Room event on Friday and Saturday, and Nelson, who also worked the Rock Room both days, but was able to break away for the festival.
My appointments were light in the early part of the day, so I got in about midway through Rival Schools at the PlayStation Stage. It didn’t leave time to get to retro songstress Imelda May, whose set was just slightly ahead of RS and across the park; that was where I hoped to be. No regrets though, as Rival Schools were new to me and I cannot report being put off by their sound. Plus, afterward I was able to run from Rival Schools over to see Little Hurricane on the Google+ stage (after having caught just two tunes the day before).
From there I opted to once again head to Kidzapalooza where Tor Hyams was taking off his stage manager hat and giving his annual performance, playing keys along with guitarist Peter DiStefano, formerly of Porno for Pyros. They were joined for a few songs by Keller Williams, who when off the stage patiently dealt with an overly enthusiastic, if not slightly stalker-ish fan. Note to fans: if you get a chance to say “hello” and have to force conversation after that, take the hint.
As Peter DiStefano & Tor wrapped their set the backstage area began to get a bit crowded – it happens every year when it comes time for Perry Farrell to make his appearance. As Perry made his way back to the artist tent to prepare, I ran in to endorser Ralph Covert (of Ralph’s World), who played Saturday and would be closing out the Kidz stage after Perry and Peter’s short 15-minute set.
Knowing that catching a ride on the Fest Express would be nigh impossible after Perry and Peter’s set, I got in line right as they went on. I caught almost all of their show while a line piled up behind me. About the fourteenth minute (not that I was counting) a cart with one opening finally stopped and I was on my way North to surprise my friend Aaron, FOH for long time endorsers Flogging Molly.
From the FOH position of the Bud Light main stage I tapped Aaron on the shoulder. “Man, you know how hard it is to get in here without your help?” I asked, joking.
He had a surprised look on his face for a split-second and then replied, “Oh, yeah. By the way I’m coming to Chicago!”
Moments later Flogging Molly took the stage and the crowd was rapt. At one point Dave King pulled up his slacks to the knees and started dancing around the stage. “I have no shame showing legs like this, I tell ya,” he bantered to the roaring crowd. About that time I started to notice some threatening clouds bearing down on Grant Park. Just as the band wrapped up their set I went over to let Aaron know he was probably going to want to work fast and pointed towards the approaching storm. Behind us the PlayStation stage roared to life as endorsers Cage the Elephant launched in to their set.
During Cage’s raucous show the sky opened up and turned the most trodden parts of Lollapalooza’s 115 or so acres to ankle-deep mud. Fortunately I had a seal-able plastic bag, in which went my phones, the Lolla schedule, and my notes from the weekend. The rest of me was waterlogged in seconds.
My goal had been to finish out the evening with a few Deadmau5 songs and then hit the road for the annual post-Lolla deep dish pie. However, while I would not say the rain dampened my spirits, it certainly put some punctuation on the story of the weekend. Strolling past as Manchester Orchestra began their set, I wound my way out to Michigan Avenue in search of a dry cab and warm pizza.
We’ll see you in 2012, Lolla. Thanks for the good time.