It’s always a bit disarming to see someone who has performed thousands of times comment candidly on his or her still-developing skill of tuning an acoustic guitar.
The vibe of the day was participatory citizenship, which has become a growing mantra among political bands.
The crowd was young and boisterous, and one particularly drunk teen was making yours truly look like a no-fun-having old coot.
Eat your heart out, Fred Durst.
Further proving how stale and unpalatable rock has gotten, Elvis Costello returns from hibernation and reminds us what good music sounds like.
Bad Religion’s return to Epitaph seems to signify a desperate grasp at the levers of a time machine.
Much like a childhood goodie bag, They Might Be Giants supply all of the fun and frivolity of Tootsie Rolls, noisemakers, and useless plastic doo-dads.
System of a Down rises to the top of the shallow nü-metal talent pool, and with some smart lyrics, gets out and dries off.
Tenacious D is meta-music, perpetually self-conscious and self-referential.