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Aug. 8th, 2002 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishSo, I guess I can take a break from Ico to write up my Area:2 report.
After having been more or less awake since 5:30, I finally get up and get going around 7:30. Make it to Springfield by noon, have lunch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scathach, and then head out to Nissan Pavilion in an attempt to meet up with jude and other people. Find out that the only pay phones are *inside* the gates, making the plan to call Sarah's cellphone and find her that way kind of ineffective. Wander around for about ten minutes outside and manage to run into them. (Whew.) After the security checkpoint, we get in. It is bloody *hot*.
First up: Ash. Um. They were punk, and Irish, and... um. Kind of forgettable.
After Ash, I wander around to see if I can find Steph, since she's got a lawn seat and Sarah's got one extra ticket. No luck (to quote The Neil, it's like trying to play Spot the Pigeon in Trafalgar Square). So I head back and await Blue Man Group, about whom I know absolutely nothing except that Steph wanted to get here in time to see them.
Wow. I spent the entire first song and about half of the second staring at the stage with my mouth half open and a stupid grin plastered on my face. Three bald blue-skinned men in black long-sleeved shirts and black slacks and black shoes, drumming on PVC pipe constructions and sending up sparks from tubs of... something, while the backing band (in all grey jumpsuits) plays incredible stuff and announces that the audience should now perform Rock Concert Movement Number One (the Head Bob). This cannot be adequately described, but is unbelievably cool. (Plus they played White Rabbit.) The musical comparison that immediately came to mind was Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells, which of course isn't really much like BMG at all, but if you've listened to both you understand.
My mind still reeling from the incredible coolness of Blue Man Group, I wandered out to the T-shirt stand and ran into Steph. Shock. Amazement. Coolness. T-shirts and lemonade were acquired, and we wandered around for the duration of ... um... wossname... rapper... Busta Rhymes's set. Which was cool. Spent about five minutes in the DJ tent, which was warm despite the constant spray of mist. (I still dance like a white boy, but I've mostly stopped caring.) I actually understood the appeal of clubbing while I was in there-- it has to do with feeling the music and the people and letting go.
Then there was Bowie's set, about which I shall write more later, because it's enough to be its own entry.
After that was Moby, who was very hyperactive and pretty cool. I wound up leaving right before the last song (good timing), so I didn't get stuck in departing traffic. Left a bit before eleven, got in at 2:30. Driving at night sucks when you can't see the lines on the road.
After having been more or less awake since 5:30, I finally get up and get going around 7:30. Make it to Springfield by noon, have lunch with
scathach, and then head out to Nissan Pavilion in an attempt to meet up with jude and other people. Find out that the only pay phones are *inside* the gates, making the plan to call Sarah's cellphone and find her that way kind of ineffective. Wander around for about ten minutes outside and manage to run into them. (Whew.) After the security checkpoint, we get in. It is bloody *hot*.First up: Ash. Um. They were punk, and Irish, and... um. Kind of forgettable.
After Ash, I wander around to see if I can find Steph, since she's got a lawn seat and Sarah's got one extra ticket. No luck (to quote The Neil, it's like trying to play Spot the Pigeon in Trafalgar Square). So I head back and await Blue Man Group, about whom I know absolutely nothing except that Steph wanted to get here in time to see them.
Wow. I spent the entire first song and about half of the second staring at the stage with my mouth half open and a stupid grin plastered on my face. Three bald blue-skinned men in black long-sleeved shirts and black slacks and black shoes, drumming on PVC pipe constructions and sending up sparks from tubs of... something, while the backing band (in all grey jumpsuits) plays incredible stuff and announces that the audience should now perform Rock Concert Movement Number One (the Head Bob). This cannot be adequately described, but is unbelievably cool. (Plus they played White Rabbit.) The musical comparison that immediately came to mind was Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells, which of course isn't really much like BMG at all, but if you've listened to both you understand.
My mind still reeling from the incredible coolness of Blue Man Group, I wandered out to the T-shirt stand and ran into Steph. Shock. Amazement. Coolness. T-shirts and lemonade were acquired, and we wandered around for the duration of ... um... wossname... rapper... Busta Rhymes's set. Which was cool. Spent about five minutes in the DJ tent, which was warm despite the constant spray of mist. (I still dance like a white boy, but I've mostly stopped caring.) I actually understood the appeal of clubbing while I was in there-- it has to do with feeling the music and the people and letting go.
Then there was Bowie's set, about which I shall write more later, because it's enough to be its own entry.
After that was Moby, who was very hyperactive and pretty cool. I wound up leaving right before the last song (good timing), so I didn't get stuck in departing traffic. Left a bit before eleven, got in at 2:30. Driving at night sucks when you can't see the lines on the road.