Three days of Oustide Lands was downright exhausting. So I bring to you a weekend wrap-up in bullet points, because I just can't come up with cohesive paragraphs at the moment.
Day one was the only really shitty day in terms of adverse festival conditions. The field looked like a human cattle drive, the alchohol I.D. check resembled a Soviet bread line, and all 60,000-plus audience members seemed to have left their etiquette and decent manners outside the park.
Good Lord those stages were outrageously spaced out. Hope you were wearing your New Balances.
Chain-link fences? Not even the U.S. Border Patrol could have kept dudes from sneaking in.
Radiohead is awesome. 'Nuff said.
You might as well have visited nextmuni.com just to look at the pretty colors, because none of those times were right.
Day two drew in a much mellower audience and everyone seemed generally good-natured. I don't know why, but some people at the Radiohead show acted like they were at the Source Awards.
I don't know if "Jerry Was a Racecar Driver" was worth it to sit through Primus dicking around like a jam band for the first half of their set.
I hate jam bands.
I got to relive a couple moments of my youth through Tom Petty. His covers of "Gimme Some Lovin'" and "Gloria" gave me flashbacks of some childhood favorites, The Blues Brothers and The Outsiders. Plus, I saw the "Free Fallin'" video on VH1 countless times back in the day.
Uneven grass is a major cause of rolled ankles.
Don't roll your ankle at Outside Lands.
Especially if you live in the Sunset, because then you have to walk home with a gammy leg.
Sharon Jones' life lessons
are that much more profound in a sun-soaked polo field.
For the untrained ear, Rodrigo y Gabriela sound like the most awesome El Pollo Loco commercial ever.
Jack Johnson dedicated songs to some toys on stage and a two-year-old kid. The man is a walking Sesame Street episode.