Lollapalooza, Sunday, August 3 @ Chicago’s Grant Park
August 7th, 2008Lollapalooza, August 3, Chicago’s Grant Park
New Jersey shore balladeer Nicole Atkins & The Sea impressed curious fans who arrived early with her muscular voice and wailing guitars, even if she did damage her alt-rock credibility a little by ending her set with a Doors cover. Brazilian Girls led the crowd in a group chant in praise of their favorite recreational drug and genitalia, Chromeo covered bits of Dire Straight while cribbing liberally from the I Love The ‘80s playbook, while Black Kids did their damndest to disprove their reputation for shoddy live shows. It was all fun, but it was hard to escape the sense that festival fatigue was starting to set in with the sun-baked, already-quite-rocked crowd. (And one of the festival’s major advantages is that it’s located right in the middle of the always vibrant Chicago, so even though the shows stop at 10 p.m., the rocking good times go on much later. Which explains why there’s not as many pictures for this post.) Though Iron & Wine has beefed up from just Sam Beam and a guitar to a large touring group (that even included a vibraphone) the Florida folkie still kept things at a near lullaby level (though a very full-sounding and lush lullaby), which is exactly what many rock-ravaged fans needed.
Ignoring music fans need for a little solace, agit-poet turned Trent Reznor-produced “ghetto-gothic-superstar” Saul Williams, dressed in a ridiculous turquoise and purple outfit and joined by a tin-foil encased guitar player, attracted one of the festival’s largest side stage crowds, even if many fans seemed unsure of whether they should sing along with choruses like “when I say niggy/you say nothing/niggy/nothing!”
Gnarls Barkley (dressed as what appeared to be sweater-vest wearing prep school students) split the difference between revving things up and soothing frayed nerves, following an amped-up, full band take on “Run” with gospel run-throughs of “Who’s Going To Save My Soul” featuring only Danger Mouse’s keyboard work and Cee-Lo Green’s football-field sized voice. The group inspired one of the festival’s largest singalongs with “Crazy,” which Green introduced by saying “you’ve probably already heard this song before. It’s still cool, though,” but got almost as many cheers for their serene cover of Radiohead’s “Reckoneer.”
Fresh off their recent run of opening for R.E.M., The National has obviously learned a few things about performing for large crowds, as shown by their explosive performance of set-ender “Mr. November” (which was pointedly “not dedicated to John McCain”), which delivered a level-of arena shaking catharsis normally reserved for the act that was to follow. Speaking of which…earlier in the day, Saul Williams noted from the stage that festival goers were in for a difficult choice when it came to choosing to end their evening with either Kanye West or Nine Inch Nails. Which megalomaniac genius with a penchant for sweaty live-performances and light-shows the cost of small Eastern European countries would it be? Such decisions can be the bane of festival-goers existence, though it would be a complaint that’s unlikely to gain considerable sympathy outside the realm of dedicated music fans.
Then again, there’s no need to choose if you don’t mind a brisk walk. Trent Reznor and company kicked off their set with a fierce run-through of songs from his recent online release The Slip that reaffirmed what an assist the buzzsaw-guitar work of Robin Finck is to the Reznor sound. The set reached an early climax when, after declaring his intern to “fucking do this,” the group launched into the electro-thumb of club-classic “Closer.” The group then segued into striped down (its so weird to see an upright bass at a Nine Inch Nails show) version of songs from the recent instrumental release Ghosts, which started as a nice breather (especially when paired with a lightshow straight out of Blade Runner) before it became obvious that now was as good a time as any to see what Mr. West was up to. And what was he up to? Well, in a long, rambling onstage interlude, West said that while it was okay for everyone else to try to evolve in the fields they pursue (which is why we have computers in the palm of our hand instead of filling out a whole room), everyone calls Kanye an asshole for daring to push music forward. He also noted that while he wouldn’t put himself on the same pedestal as Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon, he was hoping to go to the studio later that night, so that all might change in the morning. That Kanye can somehow make his galaxy-sized arrogance sound oddly poignant is probably the primary reason why the man is a superstar (and the only headliner at the festival who released his debut album this decade.) And the other reason he’s a superstar is because he can make city-leveling tracks like “Stronger” and “Jesus Walks,” both of which he ripped into like a man desperate to back-up his shit talking. Based on the amount of people losing their minds in the field, both Mr. West and the festival’s organizers have every right to feel a little proud of themselves right about now.
-Michael Tedder
Photos by Adam Henerey

















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