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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 

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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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