The show climaxed during Pearl Jam’s anthemic, raw and righteous set… I can still see my friend Mark gleefully losing himself in the lawn mosh pit. I guess I’d been too honest in telling her what I’d seen and heard about the year prior. Don’t dose!” as I ran out to my friend’s car to head to the festival. It began with my mom hollering “Have fun, Steph. UNFORGETTABLE: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Ministry, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Jesus & Mary Chain, Ice Cube, Cypress Hill… Singing along to each of the eclectic groups, although I don’t think I “got” Butthole Surfers until many years later, loving the communal vibe of the all-day festival.Ī Sun Times article chronicled my head-banging antics, as I reflected on memories of the first Lollapalooza… not the visual I intended to offer. I remember the day, the show, and our excitement. We got out to World Music Theatre in Tinley Park early enough to experience the “parking lot scene”, and got in to stroll through the “Green Street” of the day, talking to other like-minded neo-hippies about recycling, pollution, conservation and saving the earth. The “boom box” on my lap replaced its broken car stereo. My best friend Amy and I drove in her silver Volkswagen rabbit – the one with a brown door held shut with a bungee cord that doubled at my seat belt. It’s like a flashback, reading the back of my black concert t-shirt (yes, I still have it!) – Jane’s Addiction, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Living Colour, Nine Inch Nails, Ice-T, Butthole Surfers, Henry Rollins Band, Fishbone, Violent Femmes.
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