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ACROSS
1 Tot’s drink, to
the tot
5 Side-by-side
truck tires
10 Fifth Avenue
landmark
14 Help with a heist
15 Play direction
16 Lint collector
17 Sci-fi princess
with a twin
brother
18 BLOCK
20 Abs exercise
22 Take out of the
packaging
23 CATCH
26 Picnic crasher
28 Harrison of
“My Fair Lady”
29 Help
30 Tiny Lab, e.g.
33 “But seriously
folks ... ” is one
35 Forest ranger?
36 Selfish shout
37 KICK
41 “What __!”: “I’ve
been had!”
42 Little chap
43 Big dipper
44 Many a dad joke
45 Transparent art
surface
46 MADD message,
e.g.
48 __ Lingus
49 PASS
52 Legend
automaker
55 Alternative
medicine staple
58 RUN
61 Its oxide makes
Mars red
62 Retired tennis
pro Kournikova
63 Bartlett entry
64 Gunk
65 Woodpecker’s
tool
66 Go over the limit
67 Ball elevators
DOWN
1 Outlet site
2 Busy as __
3 Reason to
purchase a new
belt
4 Pong maker
5 Get off the fence
6 Like the name
Pat
7 When some local
news airs
8 Emmy-winning
ESPN reporter
Bob
9 Soon-to-be
alumni: Abbr.
10 Smarted
11 Riyadh resident
12 Pecan pie syrup
13 Glasses,
informally
19 College courtyard
21 Campaign pro?
24 Counter offer?
25 Goddess of
victory
26 Music rights gp.
27 ’60s jacket style
30 Apartment used
for overnight trips
to the city
31 “I give up!”
32 Saint at a gate
34 Official behind a
catcher
35 Word with tight
or split
36 Juilliard deg.
38 Away from the
wind
39 Beaufort scale
word
40 Cereal bit
45 Study a lot in a
short time
46 Pontius __
47 Checked (out)
49 Come unglued,
with “out”
50 Lake near
California’s
Squaw Valley
51 Throw out
52 Queequeg’s
captain
53 Scoop perch
54 Military sch.
whose mascot is
Bill the Goat
56 Casanova
57 Common
conjunctions
59 Brightness figs.
not measured in
watts
60 “What’s goin’ on?”
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When I get past the gates, I am
immediately overwhelmed, my
sight overloaded by summer citrus
colors and the blurs of passing
faces. My only prior experience
with a music festival was Loufest,
which now seemed fairly podunk
and lame in comparison. There
is stimulation in every direction.
In
addition
to
the
frankly
massive crowd and eight main
stages, there is the FYE Music
Experience Tent, the Bud Light
Dive Bar, the Fruit of the Loom
Human Claw Experience, the
Cupcake
Vineyards’
Poptail
Shop, Neighborhood of Good®
Brought to You by State Farm®
and the Toyota Sienna Festivan
Wonderland
Presented
by
SiriusXM, as well as a dizzying
array of local restaurant booths.
Feeling a little paralyzed by all the
options, I decided that while I wait
for my friends to arrive, I would
check out the press lounge. I can’t
pretend that it didn’t feel good to be
able to flash my credentials at the
burly sunglasses-sporting guard
as I walked into the restricted
area, but that feeling of confidence
was quickly displaced by a strong
sense that I did not belong in this
world of lanyards and golf carts
and professionalism. I relieve
the press lounge of some of their
complimentary drinks and am on
my way.
I receive word that I am to meet
my friends at the Perry’s stage, the
designated home of most EDM acts
at Lollapalooza. The first thing
I notice is the stench: The whole
field was suffused with an odor
I can only describe as biological.
The second thing I notice is the
distinctive nature of the crowd at
Perry’s, which appeared to have
the lowest median age and the
highest median family income of
any stage (also, I would wager, the
highest volume of body glitter per
capita). London on da Track was
performing a DJ set and doing
a pretty good job of it, his hip-
hop-based sound going over well
with the young Lollapaloozians. I
(briefly) joined a mosh pit, which,
while certainly of a bizarrely
milquetoast variety given the
crowd and environment, was fun
nevertheless.
After some difficult scouring in
a remarkably homogeneous crowd
of Lollapaloozians, I’m able to find
my friends from home along with
a blue-jawed, shirtless man I don’t
recognize — one comes up and
whispers to me that his name was
Hunter and that he bought them
drinks and that as a direct result
he was to be our friend for the time
being. One of my friends vouched
for his character by informing
me that he had yet to drug them.
This turn of events did not end up
bothering me as much as I thought
it would — he turned out to be
quite the entertaining character.
Hunter had a psychedelic tank
top of a lurid metallic hue that
put all other colors to shame (I
say “had” rather than “wore” as it
spent most of its time tied around
his backpack rather than on his
torso). He wore a hat to cover
his heavily receding hairline. I
don’t think I ever saw him take
off his sunglasses. Hunter was a
self-described professional drug
dealer in his thirties who viewed
himself as a festival veteran. His
duty was to help everyone else
have fun. He came alone. While
at first his behavior seemed
obsequious, as I became more and
more intoxicated off of the free
alcohol he provided us I started
finding him to be better company.
Hunter possessed many peculiar
mannerisms, including but not
limited to a tendency to skip as his
mode of transportation whenever
he went off to buy us more $30
plastic bottles of wine and a
strangely servile attitude (such
as picking up all the trash on the
street around us when we sat down
on the curb to eat). When I pressed
him on this, he reassured me that
“it was his job” to ensure that we
had a good time. He refused to
accept payment for the alcohol,
claiming to have made over
$8,000 that week alone. While
he was ostensibly quite friendly,
there was something undeniably
unctuous about Hunter, and I
can’t say that I was disappointed
when we parted ways.
We arrive at Billie Eilish, who I
will admit I was very excited for.
She drew what was apparently
an unexpectedly large crowd, as
she was placed on the fairly small
Tito’s stage.
When we got there, it was
her brother Finneas on stage
performing an unknown solo
song of his. This was not a crowd-
pleasing number — they had
clearly come to see Billie, not her
brother. His stage presence was
overly serious and unintentionally
comical.
Eilish’s performance, however,
was not a great one either. Her
vocals seemed enervated and
her stage persona was eye-roll-
inducing. I overheard a significant
amount
of
Lollapaloozians
complain of boredom as they
left, despite the fact that a great
portion of the crowd was filled
with adulating fans who knew
every word to every song. I think
at least 90 percent of the crowd
was singing along when she played
“Ocean Eyes.” I’ll forgive Billie
Eilish for her rather affected stage
presence given her inexperience
and young age (at 16, I was trying
to figure out how to smoke weed
out of an apple and spray painting
the walls of parking garages). At
the same time, I wish I had gone
to see CHVRCHES instead.
Travis Scott was one of the most
anticipated shows of the night,
both due to the imminent release
of the long-hyped Astroworld
and his infamous reputation as
a live performer — last time he
performed at Lollapalooza, he
was arrested after inciting a riot
a mere five minutes into his set.
The atmosphere was electric. I
was at a level of drunken vigor
that was perfect for the occasion,
and someone dished me out
some apple-flavored vodka out
of a lotion bottle — things were
starting to shape up nicely.
He opened with “Stargazing,”
a single off Astroworld released a
day or two ago that a great deal of
the crowd already knew the words
to. “Mamacita” and “Dark Knight
Dummo” were the highlights of
the show, both Travis and the
crowd utterly fervid.
It was a performance with
high highs and low lows, the
lows mainly consisting of Travis
slowing the momentum with
a few bemusing moments of
protracted
crowd
interaction.
The first involved a guy named
Steve in a Phoenix Suns jersey
who managed to get up on stage
— at first Travis told him to do a
stage dive, later recanting this
suggestion after what looked
like some intense thought led
him to realize that Steve could
not execute such a stunt without
serious bodily injury. Steve, for
what it’s worth, absolutely blew
his shot by ignoring Travis’s
increasingly urgent entreaties to
stop trying to take pictures with
him, slowly but surely drawing
the snarling ire of both Travis
and the crowd. Steve’s time in
the spotlight lasted around five
minutes, ending with a half-
assed stage dive that pleased no
one. The second baffling event
involved a man Travis brought
up on stage who went on some
extended, indecipherable rant that
concluded with him proposing to
his girlfriend who was apparently
in attendance. I don’t think I’ve
ever felt such acute second-hand
embarrassment as I did for our
friend onstage when he was
waiting for his (potential) fiancée
to come up — the general sentiment
in the crowd was that she had
dipped out. Eventually, thank god,
she does emerge from the crowd,
and the happy couple awkwardly
embrace.
“This
a
beautiful
moment,” Travis muttered in such
a way that it sounded like he was
trying to convince himself. “Play
JONAH MENDELSON
Daily Arts Writer
Astroworld!” someone yells.
Say what you will about these
unwise interludes, one aspect
of Travis’s character that is
indisputable is that he cares about
his fans and his music. He was not
afraid to call the V.I.P. section out
for their elitist lack of engagement;
he seemed to interpret their lack
of energy as a manifestation of
feelings of superiority. He just
wants everyone to rage. You can
imagine him as he started out — a
teenager alone in his dark four-
cornered room illuminated only
by the cold light of his screen as he
tried to get out all the fire inside
him, just wanting to be like Kid
Cudi.
Brockhampton attracted both
the youngest and most zealous
crowd I had seen so far. At one
point, I was caught in a mosh pit
that was led by a kid who can’t
have been older than 14, his face
beet-red with subtle purplish-
blue webs under his watering
eyes formed by broken capillaries.
There are a lot of die-hard
Brockhampton fans out there
apparently, and most of them
wear checkered Vans.
Logic is a little too easy to
dunk on, so I’ll refrain from doing
so. I will say that he has a great
relationship with his fans — he
loves them and they love him. So
at least they both have someone.
I got a lobster corn dog. It was
the best thing I ate all weekend.
Grant Park had at this point taken
on a subtle saffron hue as the sun
set behind the jutting Chicago
skyline, and while my friends
all went to go see the brooding
Weeknd, I walked across the park
to Vampire Weekend, who I’ve
best heard described as “a boat
shoe you don’t hate.” It was more
crowded than The National’s
show but was suffering from a
similar phenomenon of being up
against a pop titan. Ezra Koenig
walked out in his System of a
Down long-sleeved tee and grey
cargo shorts and kicked off the
show by playing “A-Punk” three
times in a row. It got better with
each rendition and the crowd got
progressively wilder. This was the
most Vampire Weekend-esque
way they could have opened the
show, and frankly, I’m here for it.
They played their classics with
consummate
elegance,
every
song well-received by the crowd.
Their personality burst through
in little jocular moments such as
a brief bass solo that included the
“Seinfeld” theme song.
Vampire Weekend felt fresh
off of a long touring hiatus,
announcing that their fourth
studio album was imminent (in
the process of being mastered).
They closed with “Walcott,” a fan
favorite.
ODESZA is quite possibly the
best live performance I have
ever seen, the production value
surpassing that of any other artist
I saw all weekend. They opened
with “Intro/A Moment Apart,”
replete with triumphant brass
additions and bright white lights
that gave the performance a near-
baptismal effect. Their already
cinematic music was made even
more so through the strategic
use of a drum line and other live
orchestration. Each song was
accompanied by synced visuals;
glitched-out celestial graphics,
flashes
and
specks
dancing
across the screen, occasional
pyrotechnics in moments that
carried
particular
climactic
weight. It was beautiful, and a
fitting conclusion to my time in
Grant Park.
Four days at Lollapalooza: A supposedly fun thing
I will probably do again
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