One weekend in Lolla-land
[The formatting on this baby is all effed up, so much so that I've delayed and delayed and delayed posting it. I give up and release it to the great interwebs universe. Judge me or just go with it as you will, kittens.]
This dispatch is from Portland, Oregon [we're home now...see what I mean about the delaying?], where Lil E and I are on our first big vacation alone together. It's exciting and exhausting, as much of parenting -- and in particular, single parenting -- is. While we are trying desperately to de-wonkify from the time difference (you'd think we went to China, but really, are just a hop across the country), I'll catch you up on my fabulous few days at Lollapalooza (which possibly/maybe/perhaps/absolutely contributed to the sleep deprivation that's killing me on the west coast).
Day One was full of downpours and humidity, mud and the frenzy of the festival beginning. Day Two was made up of killer shows and extreme heat. So, of course, that meant lots of:
Dirty All Stars, dirty All Stars, dirty All Stars, dirty All Stars, dirty All Stars, dirty All Stars.
Dirty Vans, dirty Vans, dirty Asics, dirty some kind of 80s leather things.
Dirty Nike Airs, dirty Keds, dirty some other kind of 80s leather things, totally nasty sandals and matching toe nails.
Dirty flats, funky boots that will make her feet sweat and then get very dirty shortly thereafter.
Headbands, headbands, headbands, headbands, headbands, headbands, headbands
and rank-ass sweaty headbands.
I absolutely loved dancing to Diplo and seeing Thievery Corporation live for the first time (who knew dancing on stage and leaning into the audience whilst braless would get those hipster boys so darn worked up?!) and even taking in some Bloody Beetroots from the sidelines. Bassnectar was absolutely incredible and I think I was the hottest I have ever been at that show (and if you were there, you know I do not mean pretty).
Kings of Leon made me swoon (even more), I sampled a bit of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (don't you love this song?) and I even hip-hopped a bit with a legion of 19-year old kids who are valedictorians in their school lives to Atmosphere.
But I think it was Santigold (left) that spoke most to my soul -- that sister and her dancers can turn it out (I hope you heard that in my best valedictorian voice).
I spent Day Three rockifying small-child style with Lil E at Kidzapalooza (more on that later). But I have to say that each tiny moment of the weekend reminded me how much I need music, how amazing it is to feel the beat vibrating in your bones and how many more songs there are out there for me to hear.
I left dirty and exhausted and so ready for next year.
Who is up for a little Lolla next August, right here in my backyard?
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