Just Call It Moneypalooza
I returned drowsily from Lollapalooza ‘96 only to realize I didn’t have nearly as good of a time this year as I did last year. Something was missing this year.
The incredibly eclectic festival atmosphere which made Lollapalooza a hit in the first place was absent this time around. The promoters were all too happy to put on a simple concert and split town with all the money they collected from $45 tickets, $23 T-shirts, $20 camping fees and $6 burritos.
They might as well have called this one Moneypalooza.
We spent a lot more money this year for a lot less. Last year’s festival was costly, but it offered more than music. There was the film tent, annoying transvestite wrestling, the line of extremist political booths and much more. This year, the mist tents were about the only thing worth taking a walk away from the main stage for.
Lollapalooza has lost its edge. If Lollapalooza is to return to its rightful place as the touring festival for the attention-span deficient generation, it must bring back the quasi-intellectual poetry booths, the condom contests and all the other quirky side-shows that made it once great.
Maybe the suits who have the power behind the scenes of Lollapalooza will learn from this year’s dwindling and disenchanted audience. Maybe next year I can again return to the Gorge in search of good times and revelry.
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The following fields overflowed: CREDIT = Josh Belzman University of Washington