Those of my generation (born in the mid-eighties) we have an early picture of Lollapalooza: Billy Corgan with hair and yellow skin holding this beautiful dialogue with Homer Simpson in the backstage the "Hullabalooza"
Homer: You know, my kids think you're the Greatest. And thanks to your gloomy music, They've finally stopped dreaming of a future I can not Possibly provider.
Corgan: Well, we try to make a difference.
One of the greatest episodes of The Simpsons, the Homerpalooza , is full of classic moments: one of my favorites is when they run the credits with the theme simpsoniano but grunged by Sonic Youth, while many subjects expressionless faces "dance" with only two movements in infinite loop. Is enormous.
The Smashing Pumpkins, one of my favorite bands of adolescents, gathered in Chicago. The essence of rock, marginal, which could only arise in a city with a past as dark as it was felt in every street of the mighty Chicago.
since I heard the line-up of Lollapalooza this year wanted to go. But he had no visa, so I did my best little effort to go and put my face idiot to the embassy. I had an Asian American consul who spoke English in a pitiful, so I ended up giving take the interview in English, which perhaps gave me a tiny advantage. Then I took a roll sentimental about how much I love music and how my favorite bands play at the Lollapalooza , and finally I gave fichita the adoption, paid the shipping, I left elated, and bought a ticket Mexico combined-Chicago-New York-Mexico that night.
One of my best friends from high school, Pauline, whom I met on my now-useless-French classes, she moved to Chicago in 2003. Was exactly 7 years without seeing her, but I thought it was funny how from the first when all was as natural as possible. Although we do not really see much, because I came early to the center of the city they live far north, and only at night we were in the Giordanno's, the restaurant where he works.
And at last-chance chanca
These are the bands I saw, in order:
The New Pornographers (love of my life to Neko Case and someday I will see it also as a soloist )
The Big Pink (cool without more)
The Black Keys (one of the best bands in these days: classic rock very powerful)
Lady Gaga ( espectaculazo with blood and fire and tears, as should be expected of it)
Stars (cute)
The xx (mesmerizing)
Grizzly Bear (I love this band live and I loved them, are simply spectacular)
Metric (and are super stars, but always keeps Emily Haines)
Spoon (real good)
Cut Copy ( Hearts on Fire was perhaps the song danced day)
Empire of the Sun (theater, with bizarre little dances, many games of light, We are the people was the most applauded)
Yeasayer (I'm very much in love Anand Wilder looking forward to hear Madder Red live and eventually conquer)
Mexican Institute of Sound (lit lot, no shortage of Mexican flags and "fucking all", well no, that I am up)
MGMT (I could not see them in 2008 for many reasons Motorkr-damn fools Foro Sol, when I was halfway finished already and I consoled myself with Inche Nails Nine, "but this time I come: the new album I liked to be totally different from the first, I thought they would not play Kids at cops but surprisingly did)
The National (how good they are, to this point, I heard them lying on the grass at dusk)
Arcade Fire (they are HUGE, nothing to say of them is going to sound original but they are some gods, just like that)
I missed, for logistics, because decisions must be taken, because the sky is blue, because life is unfair, because alas,
The Antlers and The Walkmen (I ached to the core of the soul, especially the latter, whom I like since 2004)
Wolfmother, Minus the Bear, the set of Justice, The Strokes (ay), Ana Sia (sniff) , Devo, Hot Chip, Los Amigos Invisibles, Gogol Bordello, The Temper Trap (well, see you in the Crown), Social Distortion, Green Day (would have been out of curiosity), Phoenix and Soundgarden (that Comrade reproached me up the unspeakable, but I had to tell him that I was born in 1986 and I played grungera fever, but instead I moved from Arcade Fire Funeral).
Before flaming point your finger at me, understand that there were eight scenarios, Grant Park is immense, and almost all the good bands are spliced \u200b\u200bin some way. The decisions were as painful as that of Sophie (maybe more).
curious details:
The first day I was watching Lady Gaga in my bit of grass, not bothering anyone, chatting with some dudes defense then moved the other way, when I saw before me a little girl screaming for eggs with the full power of your lungs. It was a classic girl Interlomas putting a gringa Gordis disorder which had already taught him to sing our national phrase. I ended up right there mingling with that of which I was faced know- speak English.
Oh, hello.
With gringos with whom I spoke in an arbitrary way, I invented many nationalities. This situation was repeated throughout my trip around Frenchy-ah, how Amodio that word. For example, the first day borrachísimo spent a gringo and I drew a couple pushing the stroller of your baby, then I asked if it was OK, if he really believed in the bottom of my heart that was good. I said that everyone, and it asked me where I was, and tried to guess, and after a while he said that if Bolivia. Later, sitting in a cafe relieving headache, as they sat down to say stupid things other gringos. As I told them I do not know what, one of them looked at me very cautious and asked, "Français? I replied: Nel, mexicain (at least after I got horrid vodka served generously in my iced tea).
So on: English, Italian, Turkish, Greek, Arabic, Brazilian and Colombian were other nationalities that I invented. The next time I will say that I come from a magical place where there are no petty stereotypes.
I also met some strawberries satelucos then, for various reasons, ended cayéndome re-bad (at least I got Jack Daniels straight from the bottle). But it was good, because in the end thanks to them I could contact Marion Reimers and Miss Mariana Ruiz, with whom I ended up having quite an adventure worthy of noventera film. We got one of those pedicab and toured the main streets of downtown Chicago, not by choice but because the driver got lost and gave us free stroll. The Giordanno's manager gave us a pizza and had important moments of spatial restraint and lucidity so special that non-lucidity. The best part was when we went to a Seven-Eleven and was attending Arabic and almost near twin of Apu: It was a moment so simpsoniano, and oh the size of slurpees and symbolism in American idiosyncrasy, etc..
Some photos:
Millennium Park
Oliver Sim, The xx, through pantallota.
Homer: You know, my kids think you're the Greatest. And thanks to your gloomy music, They've finally stopped dreaming of a future I can not Possibly provider.
Corgan: Well, we try to make a difference.
One of the greatest episodes of The Simpsons, the Homerpalooza , is full of classic moments: one of my favorites is when they run the credits with the theme simpsoniano but grunged by Sonic Youth, while many subjects expressionless faces "dance" with only two movements in infinite loop. Is enormous.
The Smashing Pumpkins, one of my favorite bands of adolescents, gathered in Chicago. The essence of rock, marginal, which could only arise in a city with a past as dark as it was felt in every street of the mighty Chicago.
since I heard the line-up of Lollapalooza this year wanted to go. But he had no visa, so I did my best little effort to go and put my face idiot to the embassy. I had an Asian American consul who spoke English in a pitiful, so I ended up giving take the interview in English, which perhaps gave me a tiny advantage. Then I took a roll sentimental about how much I love music and how my favorite bands play at the Lollapalooza , and finally I gave fichita the adoption, paid the shipping, I left elated, and bought a ticket Mexico combined-Chicago-New York-Mexico that night.
One of my best friends from high school, Pauline, whom I met on my now-useless-French classes, she moved to Chicago in 2003. Was exactly 7 years without seeing her, but I thought it was funny how from the first when all was as natural as possible. Although we do not really see much, because I came early to the center of the city they live far north, and only at night we were in the Giordanno's, the restaurant where he works.
And at last-chance chanca
These are the bands I saw, in order:
The New Pornographers (love of my life to Neko Case and someday I will see it also as a soloist )
The Big Pink (cool without more)
The Black Keys (one of the best bands in these days: classic rock very powerful)
Lady Gaga ( espectaculazo with blood and fire and tears, as should be expected of it)
Stars (cute)
The xx (mesmerizing)
Grizzly Bear (I love this band live and I loved them, are simply spectacular)
Metric (and are super stars, but always keeps Emily Haines)
Spoon (real good)
Cut Copy ( Hearts on Fire was perhaps the song danced day)
Empire of the Sun (theater, with bizarre little dances, many games of light, We are the people was the most applauded)
Yeasayer (I'm very much in love Anand Wilder looking forward to hear Madder Red live and eventually conquer)
Mexican Institute of Sound (lit lot, no shortage of Mexican flags and "fucking all", well no, that I am up)
MGMT (I could not see them in 2008 for many reasons Motorkr-damn fools Foro Sol, when I was halfway finished already and I consoled myself with Inche Nails Nine, "but this time I come: the new album I liked to be totally different from the first, I thought they would not play Kids at cops but surprisingly did)
The National (how good they are, to this point, I heard them lying on the grass at dusk)
Arcade Fire (they are HUGE, nothing to say of them is going to sound original but they are some gods, just like that)
I missed, for logistics, because decisions must be taken, because the sky is blue, because life is unfair, because alas,
The Antlers and The Walkmen (I ached to the core of the soul, especially the latter, whom I like since 2004)
Wolfmother, Minus the Bear, the set of Justice, The Strokes (ay), Ana Sia (sniff) , Devo, Hot Chip, Los Amigos Invisibles, Gogol Bordello, The Temper Trap (well, see you in the Crown), Social Distortion, Green Day (would have been out of curiosity), Phoenix and Soundgarden (that Comrade reproached me up the unspeakable, but I had to tell him that I was born in 1986 and I played grungera fever, but instead I moved from Arcade Fire Funeral).
Before flaming point your finger at me, understand that there were eight scenarios, Grant Park is immense, and almost all the good bands are spliced \u200b\u200bin some way. The decisions were as painful as that of Sophie (maybe more).
curious details:
The first day I was watching Lady Gaga in my bit of grass, not bothering anyone, chatting with some dudes defense then moved the other way, when I saw before me a little girl screaming for eggs with the full power of your lungs. It was a classic girl Interlomas putting a gringa Gordis disorder which had already taught him to sing our national phrase. I ended up right there mingling with that of which I was faced know- speak English.
Oh, hello. With gringos with whom I spoke in an arbitrary way, I invented many nationalities. This situation was repeated throughout my trip around Frenchy-ah, how Amodio that word. For example, the first day borrachísimo spent a gringo and I drew a couple pushing the stroller of your baby, then I asked if it was OK, if he really believed in the bottom of my heart that was good. I said that everyone, and it asked me where I was, and tried to guess, and after a while he said that if Bolivia. Later, sitting in a cafe relieving headache, as they sat down to say stupid things other gringos. As I told them I do not know what, one of them looked at me very cautious and asked, "Français? I replied: Nel, mexicain (at least after I got horrid vodka served generously in my iced tea).
So on: English, Italian, Turkish, Greek, Arabic, Brazilian and Colombian were other nationalities that I invented. The next time I will say that I come from a magical place where there are no petty stereotypes.
I also met some strawberries satelucos then, for various reasons, ended cayéndome re-bad (at least I got Jack Daniels straight from the bottle). But it was good, because in the end thanks to them I could contact Marion Reimers and Miss Mariana Ruiz, with whom I ended up having quite an adventure worthy of noventera film. We got one of those pedicab and toured the main streets of downtown Chicago, not by choice but because the driver got lost and gave us free stroll. The Giordanno's manager gave us a pizza and had important moments of spatial restraint and lucidity so special that non-lucidity. The best part was when we went to a Seven-Eleven and was attending Arabic and almost near twin of Apu: It was a moment so simpsoniano, and oh the size of slurpees and symbolism in American idiosyncrasy, etc..
Some photos:
Millennium Park 
Oliver Sim, The xx, through pantallota. 
Romy Madley Croft 
In this photo of Grizzly Bear is in the foreground a white guy who seems to be blowing their noses "bareback" or flat, snorting coke . Depends on the perspective one: innocent or rather decadent. 
The only not-bad photo Metric. 
gringa The classic shallots in the grass, it is unknown if drunk by heatstroke or just by Birdbrain. Since
Mariana told us that the diamond-shaped building was built by an architect and it actually has a vagina, I was stuck with the building-vagina. I could not stop looking at it and think, is a huge vagina. And bright at night. Brilliant! 
good Heaven wave. Lord
shirt highly amusing. 
Dan Whitford of Cut Copy (he just happens to wear a shirt, all to end in sweat empapadísimo) 
Bean against buildings 
Our cronyism lasted 2 hours and 18 minutes. Accurate. 
By Allah: Anand Wilder is so sexy. The most handsome of all the Lollapalooza. Easy. 
Ya: marry me. Ya. Right now. I will give your family a cow and a sheep as a token for your love. 
Mexican Institute of Sound, pronounced: Mexican Institute of Sound "because no way that the Americans try to pronounce a name so long, no, I will not. 
Andrew Van Wyngarden pouting. 
To this to be funny and people asked her photos, this guy is wearing a latex suit and went walking in the sun and temperatures of nearly forty degrees. It is both poignant and unpleasant. Especially because the sweat was alberquita making there. 
Marion and giant Slurpee size Homer Simpson. 
Empire of the Sun. 
here Buildings (caption the classification "when one does not know what to put in a caption") . 
Budweiser Stage. 
The Black Keys. 
's no . 
Source of Grant Park with sucker sky behind. 
Gringous locous at dusk. 
I think this was one of my favorite photos: Lady Gaga in all its glory with claw ... and spirit of an anonymous accordingly. Conclusion: great concert. Let me repeat.
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