Monday, August 6, 2007

Another Edition of Irrelevance

Europe got Rilo Kiley, Canada may have gotten Bjork, but the USA got Sting and his bulging (insert perverted imagination here).

Virgin Music festival in Baltimore...here are some highlights...

Saturday
-It's 90+ degrees in Baltimore. Compared to Coachella that may be tolerated, except it's humid. That means swamp ass, but all over your body, including your face when you apply sunscreen.
- After feeling sick and recovering, I make it back on time to catch Peter Bjorn and John (props to my friend/coworker Sam who got to play bongos with them in two songs) who were awesome.
-LCD Soundsystem had the entire crowd dancing like fools.
-TV on the Radio were amazing as usual with the lead singer of Celebration to join them for a few of their songs (might I add here I got to see them in the barricade.
-Modest Mouse was coaxed on stage by chanting of their name, which soon ended with "WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK".

Sunday.
-A lot cooler. Which turned to cloudy, which turned to rainy.
-Caught Matisyahu; during the second song, the cutest little boy with huge headphones (to protect his ears from the sound) was let loose on stage. The photographers went nuts. The kid, rather confused walked in toddler fashion very slowly as if his head would fall off.
-Bad brains lead singer flings a round loaf of bread on stage in which i mistake as a rock and duck like an idiot.
-Karen O as usual has both the boys and girls (including me) wishing we could be/do her. The bowl cut never looked so hot.
-Wu-Tang Clan; this is what Baltimore was waiting for. I was in charge of escorting a Washington Post photographer into the pit to catch crowd surfers. As we were mangled with heavy equipment on us, I was reminded again how old I am getting. By the end, we both looked like we got out of the shower with our clothes on. I forgive him (the crowd shot used on the front cover ended up being a picture that was NOT escorted by me) and will remain his BFF.
-MIA rockin a new short hair cut, rocked her fans with tons of new material. She came on stage with my friend's poncho covered in hot pink gaffing tape spelling her name in which she proceeded to rip off after the third song.

Overall
After long days in the sun and rain, being yelled at by photographers, yelling at photographers, stopping a fight, nonstop dirty jokes (virgin jokes, poon jokes, poop/porta-potti jokes, thats-what-she-said jokes, and oh yeah, did I mentioned we're going to bring the word "cooter" back?), and swamping sweat, it was definitely worth working. It was the one time where coworkers from the past and present from 930 Club were all in one place, and that was enough for me.

The end.

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