|
Wilco lacks passion at Lolla |
|
|
|
Written by PATRICK RYAN / Photos by NICK POWILLS
|
|
Friday, 11 August 2006 |
Finally finding some time between running between shows on Sunday afternoon, I was really looking forward to escaping the rush, and just chillax, and watch a band.
| | |
Wilco
|
August 6, 2006
Bud Light Stage
Lollapalooza
|
| | |
When I watch a live musical performance, I basically want to see lots of energy and a basic enthusiasm for what they do. Call me old fashioned, but its inspiring to see people do what they love and love what they do, and music is all about inspiration. So, in front of me, Wilco, the long-running Chicago band, who had so many fans who knew so many of the words to their extensive catalog, ran through the motions as if they’ve done it a few times…earlier that day.
Now, I’m not burning them, and I actually did ask a person next to me what he thought of Wilco, before they went on. His exact response was, “they’re great…I’ve actually seen them before.” Plain and simple, laid it out for me to know. The musical dexterity of the group was astounding, no issue there. The songs, while not my bag, did sound good, in a 101.9 FM kind of way. Only a little gay, which I suspected of my new friend that informed me of their success in past performances, not that I’m against it, but I felt my estrogen levels rising to new heights as I stood there waiting for the excitement to kick in.
While they didn’t blow me away, Wilco did pull in an impressive crowd. Another patron, told me they were like a modern-day Grateful Dead. You know, the devoted fans, feel-good type of music, free spirited people abound - that whole scene. Maybe I just don’t get them, but to put it frankly, I was bored to death with their show. No real emotion, no real passion, just friends jamming out to some tunes they’ve played a hundred times at a hundred different shows. Maybe one day, when I’m tired of my blood boiling, my adrenaline on 10, and crowd surfing is something the “kids” do, I’ll appreciate their type of rock. But until then, give me something that kicks me in the balls, or give me death. Powered by AkoComment 2.0! |
