Recap: Outside Lands

Wow, we dropped the ball once again on this whole professional blogger thing. But we were getting fucked out beyond belief at Outside Lands. Were you guys there? I ("Know") was the one running around naked with nipple tassels and a candy edible thong. I looked delicious if you will...

Anyways here's everything that I remember, which is a lot less information than I expected:

On Friday we took the muni (public transportation, gross) to the fest so there was plenty of time to slam a bottle of tequila. Discount and Ledge had their hearts set on seeing Die Antwoord.. gag me, but in a non-sexual kill-me kind of way.. and anyways I mentioned there was tequila so I was persuaded more easily than usual. Anyways, CURVEBALL, they rocked. Hard. I mean I fought it would be freeky, but I never thought I'd lose my shit at that South African freakshow chick yelling "I'm a reech beetch" but I totally did. Don't worry, there were still penises... everywhere. We pulled a 180 and came in through the side door after that and saw Of Monsters and Men and they also rocked in the complete opposite way. Good shit, that's all. Oh and Justice sucked more balls than Jenna Jameson last Saturday night.

Moving on. I wanted to die on Saturday morning, as did everyone else, so we missed a lot of the early morning people (noon-3pm) but caught the end of Geographer which was cool and then hopped over to Father John Misty for some soulful folk music that made us all feel a little less shitty about ourselves from the night before. Or maybe it was the whiskey, not the music. Both? Sure. Booked it from there to Portugal. The Man (A+) and then MiMOSA (B-). The only thing I really digged (dug just doesn't sound right) that hard about MiMOSA was that he dropped "Make it Nasty," and we hold a special place in our hearts for that track. Explosions in my Mind, if you will, were un-fucking real. And then Dr. Dog (A+) and then.... Sigur Ros. We skipped Metallica (sorry, 90's self) and it was worth it. I literally have no words, so I'm going to have quote this guy who was on acid to describe them - "Those fuckers...." Yeah he had no words either.

I honestly don't know how we were alive on Sunday after the countless regrettable decisions made at the after party on Saturday, but somehow we made it. Probably because we own at getting fucked out. Trampled by Turtles were about as fun as their name sounds... wait no they were actually fun and being trampled by a turtle would fucking blow. Scratch that. Anyways my fingers are tired - Electric Guest -> Santigold (awesome) -> Bomba Estereo.. halt. If you haven't heard of Bomba Estereo check that shit out. They're Colombian and the chick who raps is super badass and I'm a little bit super obsessed. Then Wolfgang Gartner threw down a quick house set. I had this awesome cane and was gigging so hard I was beaning people (including myself) in the face on accident the whole set. Needless to say it was awesome.

Finished the night and weekend off with Stevie Wonder and like come on, you already know how that went. FUCK. Yeah I have no words. Some of our friends saw Skrillex instead... HAHA wait no that's not even funny.

Things that also rocked:

1. The hair.

2. The wine tent.

3. The platforms. Just kidding there were no platforms, so I guess that should be on the list of things that sucked.

Until next time,

-K