My overall tastes: I’m stupid for Britpop, power pop, and whiny shoe gazer. The word “Anglophile” makes me wince, but I will admit that a good chunk of my music comes from across the Atlantic.
Bands I play on repeat: Ride, Stone Roses, The Smiths, Slowdive, The Clash, The Cure, Teenage Fanclub, The English Beat, Phoenix, Big Star, The Zombies
First CD: Funky Divas, En Vogue
Last five artists purchased on iTunes: Duke Ellington, The Clientele, Benoit Pioulard, The Swell Season, Peter Schilling
Gear: sunscreen, beach towel, Evian (1 “litre”), pens, notebook, camera, toilet paper
My Lolla lineup: Click to view my festival schedule (pdf file)
MY SPENDING DIARY
GRAND TOTAL: $67
Friday: No surprises here. It was definitely Daft Punk’s spaceship-like pyramid/light-show extravaganza. Robo-boogies plus severe dehydration equals trippiest moment of the fest.
Saturday: Sweden’s I’m from Barcelona delivered bubblegum pop that was—more than once—described as “The Polyphonic Spree on ecstasy.” Kazoos and banana shakers? Awesome. I half-expected the band’s 29 members to pile into a clown car at the end of the set.
Sunday: Did I see the crowd storm the stage? Nope. But I am glad I caught some of Iggy Pop & The Stooges. Mr. Pop still has the goods at 60—his body is remarkably preserved. And I must find out what kind of conditioner he uses. His hair looks baby soft.
Friday: First I must apologize to Aaron Behrens from Austin’s Ghostland Observatory. For the first five minutes of your set, I thought you were a woman. (Your Pocahontas braids and hip shimmies can be very misleading!) But I love the disco-funk electronica you produce with Thomas Ross Turner. You guys set the bar for day one.
Saturday: When Brazil’s CSS got stuck in New York, Matt & Kim stepped in to help. Their last-minute performance turned out to be one of the best of the weekend. Although the duo didn’t win any awards for virtuosity, they did get points for their infectious energy and synth-heavy pop tunes. And watching them interact with their fans (see my pics) was nothing short of adorable.
Sunday: I must confess that I had mentally and physically given up by day three. I was, however, generally pleased with the musical stylings of Scotland’s Paolo Nutini. This 20-year-old with a scratchy voice has got talent. All the teenage girls were drooling over his bedroom eyes, full lips, and soulful ballads, but I liked him more when he cranked it up a notch. His cover of Moby’s “Natural Blues” was particularly upbeat and catchy.
LOW POINTS ON MY HEALTH METER
Friday: 10 p.m. Because pedestrian access to Columbus Drive was blocked off, I stupidly stumbled towards The Field Museum to catch a bus home. When the bus drove off without me, I burst into tears. The blisters on my feet are still throbbing.
Saturday: 9:30 p.m. Saturday was amazing. The overcast conditions were a vast improvement from Friday’s blaring sun. I was so giddy from the day’s activities that I failed to see the “No Turn on Red” sign while driving home from a late-night celebratory dinner. Thank you, CPD, for ruining my day.
Sunday: 1 p.m. When I walked out the door of my apartment into the swampy heat, I cried a little on the inside.
FAVORITE CROWD MOMENT
After I’m from Barcelona’s set, band member Johan (the Johan—there are three—wearing the bear suit and glasses) announced he was giving hugs to anyone who wanted to stick around. It was worth it.
SUCCESSFUL BACKSTAGE ATTEMPTS
One. Security wasn’t checking wristbands all that closely on the first day, so I was able to sneak in the back for LCD Soundsystem. The shade of the stage really does make all the difference.
The show that moved me the most was on the kiddie stage. Jim James of My Morning Jacket performed “The Rainbow Connection” at Kidzapalooza on Saturday afternoon. I had to dig in my bag for some toilet paper.
Apparently no one cares about the newly formed Arckid. Their early show was embarrassingly empty. Doesn’t anyone remember when half (or was it a third?) of Arckid’s members were in a little band called Spacehog? Their lead singer is married to Liv Tyler! Joaquin Phoenix directs their videos! Anyone? Crickets.
I laughed. I cried. I drank a lot of water.
Photography: Nora O'Donnell