Better late than never, right? It’s okay, I highly doubt anybody really gives a shit what I thought about the first night of the festival (no, I didn’t splurge for Tom Petty and Jack Johnson), but I’ll briefly rip on it anyway.
Layout Sucked Alexa and I helped break down the first fence and ended up ~30-40 meters from Beck outside the fences. Most fences between Beck and Radiohead (who, for whatever reason, played on different stages) ended up broken down as well.
Beck Sucked Throw your rocks. He sucked. The mix sucked, he wasn’t into it. I should have stayed and watched Manu Chau on the main stage, they were rocking pretty hard when we passed them on the way to Beck.
Main Stage Sucked I (6’0) couldn’t consistently see the stage from about 50 or 60 meters. Alexa only saw it once throughout the show – when she climbed on my back. Considering that area of the park is flatter than Keira Knightley, the stage should have been up at least 2 feet higher.
Radiohead RULED Made it worth the money, the time, and the headache of getting home afterwards. Great set, despite the couple of times when the sound cut out, probably because of humidity. Leaving the park along with 60,000 (?) other people was also a crazy experience.
Also, some coked out girl passed out right behind us and had to have her boyfriend carry her ass out, after whimpering some shit like “oh my god what happened? please help!” Bitch, let me explain: first, you weigh like 80 lbs and probably haven’t eaten anything other than the cocaine snot you swallowed after doing those lines off that porta potty in DAYS. Second, … actually, no, “first” covered it all.
Coming up: what the fuck have I been doing with my life? Did I become a gigolo? Am I having an affair with a major republican politician? Find out in the next post.