When it comes to re-caps, it’s hard to put into words the magnitude of experiences, highlights, and emotions that surround a music festival. To simplify the journey I’ll be covering each day of Lollapalooza in a separate post – including all original photography, videos, and galleries.
Day 1 served as an introduction of what to expect as I had never attended the Chicago festival before – navigating my way around, taking in the electric vibes from the crowd, and of course the excited energy that buzzed through the air, were all soaked in as I went from one show to the next.
I was able to attend, The White Panda, Zedd, SBTRKT, Passion Pit, M83, and The Black Keys; And while I documented most, it’s easy to tell which one I got the best shots at – and clearly enjoyed the most…
The White Panda & Zedd started off the day in a major way by getting the crowd bumping, dancing, grinding, and sweating with their energy packed hits and remixes.
From there, I made my way over to the Google stage to catch SBTRKT flaunt their African masks and progressively soulful tracks. While the crowd was more mellow here, it was clear that I was among more serious music lovers, as opposed to the party-centric electronic crowd at Perry’s.
Passion Pit dominated the first day for me. After listening to Gossamer nonstop, and writing a meaningful article surrounding the recent revelations surrounding frontman, Michael Angelakos, I was eager to see my first Passion Pit live show. I watched him jump around stage, belt out lyrics, and hit those high notes with a newfound light – which although the group was always captivating – I know saw a darkness that was embedded within the musikk. Their performance was heartfelt and beautiful, and encapsulated the purpose of Lollapalooza: Deliver meaningful music, with incredible performances.
My day came to a close when I caught the end of M83’s set, with powerful passion being set forth through “Midnight City” – a song with some smile inducing memories for me – followed by The Black Keys. As I wasn’t overly pumped for any of the headliners on Friday, I decided to go with the folk rock group who’s live performance held much more value to me then Wale or Black Sabbath. I had only heard good things, and their bare-to-the-bone, not-hiding-anything vocals were ernest, simple, and satisfying.
As the day finally cooled, and the lights flickered along the skyline, I left Grant Park with an overwhelming yet intense feeling of awe and incredulity, as I looked forward to the the rest of the festival…
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