Back in the day (as in the mid-1990s), when I was still young and innocent (ha!), the beginning of summer always marked a time of concert going madness. Or at least there was always a long list of concerts I wanted to go to, but these were ancient, pre-internet days. To get tickets to shows you had to go to a ticketmaster outlet (we always headed to Hudsons at the local mall) and have cash in hand. A friend and I once went to get tickets to...who knows what...and realized that after the convienince charges and whatnot that we were going to be short money. And the people standing in line with us cheerfully chipped in and gave us enough to cover the tickets.
All this is prelude to saying LOLLAFUCKINGPALOOZA, bitches! Last summer, kinda on a whim, Courtney and I decided to Megabus our asses to Chi-town and see the show. All three glorious days of it. By mid-way through day one we (who had only been friends for a short period of time, and were traveling together as though we'd known each other since we were children...really, just about the perfect concert/travel partner) we had agreed that we would go back again this year, come hell, high water, or shitty lineup. The acts were great, we were comfortable enough with the show and each other that if we wanted to go see different bands, we went and saw different bands and there was no drama about it, and we know enough people in Chicago to pretty much guarantee we never have to pay for a hotel room.
Thus, a few months ago, before the schedule was released, we bought tickets. And then the schedule came out. Depeche Mode! Jane's Addicition! The Beastie Boys!* Band of Horses! Los Campesinos! MOTHERFUCKING SNOOP DOG!** The list goes on and on and on.
When we return, there will be post-Lolla pictures, and a blog for all of it. I fly back into DC ass-o'clock early on Monday and come straight to work. Then I'll need a little time to recover, because next week is ugly at work, and I'm out of town again the following weekend. But yes. I'm out until then.
*Since then, MCA of the Beastie Boys has been diagnosed with cancer, and all shows were cancelled. The BBs have been replaced with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, a band I have always liked but never seen live. Which is actually true of all three of the headliners I'm interested in seeing this year.
**Snoop plays at the same time Lou Reed is playing. And I cannot decide. Lou Reed is 9531 years old, and tickets to see him solo were almost $80 when he came through DC earlier this year. Yet. Gin and Juice. Snoop will do Gin and Juice, won't he? OH DEAR GOD, THE AGONY OF CHOICE.
Next week, there will also be an announcement about a third addition to our little blog. And sometime before the month is out, there will be a real design implemented, so as to make our blog the most amazing thing on the internet. Stay tuned!
