Something magical happened to me this weekend. I found Sasquatch (or as we like to call it in the Midwest, Bigfoot). However, I am not talking about the mythical (or extremely real and terrifying) creature. I am talking about this glorious stage located on the beautiful gorge in George, Washington.
Another February, another silly Grammy award show. Yes, in the past, we have made a pretty stated point to rip on the most irrelevant of the major award shows, whether it be our Ten Worst Grammy Offenses list, our Ten Worst Grammy Song Winners, or even my Grammy recap last year. But we do try to make a point on this blog to stay away from ragging on everything (though I’m sure we have slipped up a time here and there), so for this year’s Grammy recap, I will try to only give “constructive criticism”. Consider this my letter to the Grammy committee telling them how to make the show better. More of this, less of that. That sort of thing. So without further ado, my (constructive) criticism of the 2012 Grammy’s.
Yes, I realize this headline is probably a bit misleading and a bit offensive for the people of Michigan, but I don’t care.
It’s been five years since my last Lollapalooza, and this is not due to strength of lineup. Lollapalooza pretty consistently churns out jam-packed lineups and is also an amazing setting for a festival, standing in beautiful Grant Park sandwiched between Lake Michigan and the skyline in the heart of downtown. What has kept me away is primarily two things: moolah and the festival schedule. Money is pretty self-explanatory but Lollapalooza’s schedule is not. The festival jams so much music in a 10 hour span that it leads to shortened sets and tons of scheduling conflicts. Even in the headlining time slot, Lollapalooza packs four different acts instead of the usual one or two at other festivals.