The best group costume I saw was a bunch of people dressed as Sia. The most common costume I saw was Daphne from Scooby-Doo. His coworker said “Oh! You’re like us Black folks! Not cracking!” Best. On the other hand, when I told a guy at the beer stand I was 46, he didn’t believe me. At one point I heard someone behind me say, “You know? This is actually kind of fun.” I turned around and said “Hello my fellow old” and we high-fived. I also found my fellow bitter Gen Xers throughout the weekend. Usually, we complained about the relentless capitalism at the same time we kvelled about the lineup. The crowd was nice! I had so many sweet interactions with very young people. Was it the excitement of being back to music? Was it the Halloween silliness? Usually, OSL is in August, and I had assumed that Halloween weekend would have made it a bigger shitshow, but the opposite was true. Chill! People were sweet! Nobody spilled beer on me even once in all three days.
One year Elton John was headlining, and I looked at the bros in their football jerseys, drunk and high and exhausted, losing their fucking minds over rocket man, realizing they probably bullied me and my friends back in school for having the audacity to not fit in, and here they were, pretending to get it. I’ve avoided OSL in past years because the aggressive rage I felt after a day of bros spilling beer on me and running into me overshadowed my excitement over the music. Anyway! I was very very excited to go, and it’s been a long time since I reviewed anything. And then, I wound up getting a press pass.
It sold out in two minutes, and my husband and I looked into our souls and wallets and sprung for VIP.
Outside Lands was the first concert I remember going on sale in the dark days of SIP. You should follow her on Instagram, as her feed will bring you many bursts of joy. A special thanks to Paige Parsons for providing us with so many lovely photos this year.
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