TrUeLy ViSiTeD LoLLaLaNd....LOLLAPALOOZA that
Nashville. July 31st,
THE BANDS: (NOTE: *=BANDS I WATCHED)
.....JULIAN AND DAMIAN MARLEY AND THE UPRISING BAND*
.....SNOOP DOGGY DOGG*
.....a few others, I'll have to check for the
The gates opened at
one, and my friend Court Donner and I arrived sometime
just prior to the 3 o'clock starting time. Failure was
already onstage and sounding excellent as we perused
the various t-shirts, wall posters, and jewelry for
sale. Failure was still succeeding onstage when we
finally reached our seats.
We chose our seats at random for the
simple fact we didn't want to sit on opposing ends of
the ampitheater. I remember being extrememly impressed
with Failure's first set, and I also remember wishing I
had brought the earplugs I had meant to bring.
Failure, it was the Marley's and their Uprising Band's
turn to rattle out some really kicking rasta funk. I
remember them playing "No Woman, No Cry" and "I Shot
The Sheriff". Both renditions were excellent. It was
during the Uprising Band's set that my boss, Shelly,
and her hubby to be arrived on the scene just a few
rows back. Shelly came and said hi to Court and I, and
then returned to her seat.
While I am thinking about
it, I must mention the hippie couple in front of us.
He was balding in the front yet maintained his long
hair in the back. She was pretty, not in the
conventional way, but rather, in an earthy kind of way
I find hard to describe. Don't get me wrong, she was
by no means the MOST attractive lady there, but at
least she wasn't pierced in eighty places! We relayed
a few words, but nothing to be considered serious talk.
When the Marley's finished their set, a band called
James took the stage. The lead singer, Tim Booth, wore
a neck brace and real gaudy show clothes. His
bandmates were just as gaudy though. The music of
James itself wasn't too bad, but the audience only
seemed to pay them any mind when Mr. Booth would shout
the "F" word between the songs.
Tricky was.....well, a big disappointment to both Court
and I. We stayed for the first song before jetting
over to the second stage searching for talent. It was
on the second stage that we found a group by the name
Pugs had three things going for them. First of all,
they were loud and posessed the minimum amount of
talent required to get a record deal. Second, the band
had the appeal of oddity, which was certainly the order
of the day at Lollapalooza 1997, that only having a
drag queen keyboard player can bring. Finally, the last
thing they had going for them, their lead vocalist was
a babe from out of this world. Atleast she appeared
to be from another planet (who wouldn't with toilet
plungers covering their breasts??????). Even if the
act was somewhat of a freak show, it was
entertaining.... Know this, everyone fits in at
lollapalooza. No outcasts here!!!
the daylight hours of the concert.
Snoop took the stage at 7:15 P.M. and the
party kicked into "high" gear. As the darkness and
sheer number of people in the human ocean of the
audience protected the Stoners, drugs were used both
openly and often. I noticed the smell of weed was
getting stronger, and as surely as I turned my head,
the couple next to me---in their late 20's, early
30's--- were toking up a big blunt, joint, J, whatever
you wanna call it.
People rushed in from everywhere as the DoggFather took
the stage, putting the event staff on high alert.
Snoop performed for a little over an hour, giving by
far one of the best performances of the night. He
played all of his early songs as well as a few of his
new ones. The gangster theatrics were endless. About
half way through the show, Snoop picked up some weed a
concert-goer threw onstage, and after a drawn out
debate, he proceeded to smoke the blunt on stage. At
one point he blew it in the faces of those people up
front while the police looked on helplessly. Snoop
concluded his set with "What's My Name?"
the stage next. The band came complete with
side-by-side screens displaying mirroring images of an
acidic nature. The lead singer did the whole set in
nothing more than a pair of bikini briefs. Sound
layered on sound layered on sound---yes, pure
metal-edged alternative thrash---bombarded the
Even with Tool's metal music, my
mood remained mellow. I swayed back and forth from
each side during their set....
Yet, when Prodigy, a band I wasn't a fan of, took to
the front and center, my wild side kicked into high
gear. I was headbanging from the get-go. I was
jamming without a care in the world as to what anyone
else thought of the way I was dancing. I felt more
freedom in that hour of thrash metal than any other
time in my life. Lollapalooza has to be the closest
thing our generation has to Woodstock without being a
carbon-copy sellout of it. What is the meaning of
this?????? GO. ENJOY. LOLLAPALOOZA 1997!!!!!
.......(Note: The Nashville show I attended, did
in fact, sellout the Starwood Amphitheater on July 31,