Nausea. The thing that wakes me up in the morning ,almost every morning.

 A plane ride from LGA to O’HARE. A hotel lobby substituting a room for the time being. The first day, the best day. Exhaustion, sweat, live music, a good time, and explosions. [in the sky]. Oberst so close and oh so good. (One for you, and one for me.) Some land locked blues, some(thing) good can work, and some hustlin’.  

 Second day: The art museum and a reflective bean.  A run from the massive, irrational, and smelly crowd of M&M  to the well deserved big crowd of the lovely Beirut. But of course you can’t miss the very last song of the morning jacket. 

3rd:  

A sunny morning, eyes burning from the brightness. A little city and a little colour. (or maybe a lot of city and a lot of colour). Standing in the pouring rain for some monkeys to start playing. This house is a circus, a mud circus, and the entertainment is incredible. Dashing to an orchestra playing their last songs. This means everything to nothing. Final performance of the weekend is not a live show but a deadmau5. Dancing in the mud with my best friend and a couple of thousands others. 

Welcome to Lollapalooza 2011. Great friends, great tunes, great city, and an absolutely great experience.