Day 3 at Outside Lands was ’80s day, with Daryl Hall & John Oates performing all their hits, including Rich Girl and Sarah Smile (my favorite), the Red Hot Chili Peppers with Anthony Kiedis’ amazing anti-aging abilities, and this guy wearing a Defender T-shirt:
I must admit we were dragging a bit after the previous two long-ass days of musical madness, but John Oates’ mustache perked me right up. The youngsters were out in throngs for the duo, who were my favorite in junior high. I’m not sure how they became such a hipster favorite, maybe it’s because of this? It’s worth a listen for her great voice and the kazoo:
Whatever the reason, bully for Daryl and John that they’re not playing in some fairgrounds in middle Ohio or something.
Vampire Weekend was next, and they were wonderful. I love their lyrics. Then we ran over to another stage for a quick couple songs from Willy Nelson, and former Grateful Dead member Bob Weir (who I met once in the ’90s in a starstruck backstage moment!) made a cameo. At this point we were ravenously hungry, and we were thankful for the I Love Spicy Pie stand. This is a booth that my compadre Robyn and I have found amusing for the past three years that we’ve attended Outside Lands, but we never bothered to figure out if it was a cookie place, a pizza place, a really poorly written sign, or what. All we knew of it was a stoned guy within earshot two years ago declaring: “Dude, HUGE PIZZA COOKIE SLICES!” in the manner of Bill or Ted.
What would be your guess? Pizza? Cookies? Both? Well, we found out they sell both pizza and cookies shaped like pizza:
And it was a delicious pizza cookie slice.
After that, we were all fueled up for the Red Hot Chili Peppers. They did not disappoint and somehow they do not age. Flea was propelling himself across the stage like a teenager, and Anthony Kiedis was looking fit. And that was a wrap. I was exhausted and ready for sleep, but sad that it was all over as we walked through the park and the 45 blocks to our car.
Oh, also check out the gallery I did for Racked: I asked some folks, both attendees and performers, their favorite song of all time. Turns out it’s a really hard question for most people. Prepare your answer for next year, just in case!