What happens in Vegas stays on a memory card until you get home and finally get the pictures off your camera and take the time to upload them
That being the case, I was able to quickly buy a ticket and make it to the Vegoose Festival out in Vegas with Whitney and her friend Alison who'd been talking it up for weeks. Excited isn't really a big enough word. Ecstatic is more like it. I mean, Daft Punk was playing! Daft Punk! And the pyramid!
First of all, I'd never made the drive between LA and Vegas so I was pumped Saturday morning when we rolled out even though everyone assured me it was a deathtrap full of coked-out speeders and the roadside would be lined with flaming cars. Pfff, whatev.
Anyway, to me the drive was simply a beautiful drive through insanely beautiful desert. And if course filled with stellar tunes. It's the kind of thing you only get out west. So to me it was a blast.
Especially when you know there are like 8 hours of dope-ass music waiting for you on the other side.
So we got in at like 3 in the afternoon and our hotel room wasn't ready for us. What to do, you say? Why change in the bathroom, of course. Which one? The bathroom in the lobby. Which of course is in the casino. The casino bathroom. That one right there.
Folks let me tell you, you haven't lived until you've walked into a casino bathroom wearing jeans and a t-shirt and carrying your suitcase and then proceeded to take over the handicapped stall where you spend like 15 minutes shimmying into a pair of copper-lamé pants, cowboy boots and a western shirt before walking out like some kind of Vegas show for all to behold. And stare. And comment. Like they'd never seen a man in the most awesome pair of pants ever made.
Well shit people, this is Vegas! I thought ya'll came to get your freak on. To let what happens here, stay here. Don't let them pants scare you now!
I think it might have had more to with my having to stand alone for like 10 minutes waiting for my country singer counterparts who had far more work to do to get in character. And in fairness, we were at the Wynn hotel which isn't exactly the Hard Rock so I'm sure some of the guys returning from golf were a little freaked out. Oh well.
Let's get on with the show. Behold the majesty that was our costumes.
Whitney and I warmed up on the bus ride out to the show.
Then Alison and I did a little number.
Then we posed for one last picture before the microphones were deemed "weapons" and taken away. Boo.
I styled the pants while waiting for a beer.
Whitney and Allison took in the scene.
Here was the scene as the sun began to set.
And then it set some more.
Whitney and Allison enjoyed themselves some Cypress Hill.
Whitney befriended a girl from Dublin.
And then befriended the whole Dublin crew.
There was a ferris wheel. I don't do a ferris wheel, btw. Accident waiting to happen if you ask me.
Whitney befriended a guy in a bear suit.
A girl in a pot costume.
M.I.A. invited like 200 people on stage with her. It didn't collapse. That was good.
We took a picture of our boots.
Then Daft Punk came on and blew our minds.
And then blew them a little more.
And that was Saturday. We then woke up to a beautiful Sunday at the hotel.
And headed back out for some more.
There was a guy in a bath towel.
We caught some Ghostface Killah. It was hot as blazes.
I wanted to visit the "House of Axe" which promised scary yet scantily clad women. But there was a line. Next year,
We caught some Robert Randolph.
We took a picture of the huge pumpkin head.
We posed for one last picture.
And then hit the road for the drive home. It was a blast.
Not pictured was the frikkin'"fall of Saigon" that was the shuttle bus situation on Saturday night like midnight. Long story short, I guess we missed the first wave of bus departures and so by the time we got out to the lot there were thousands upon thousands of people and like three buses. As all of the buses were heading back to the strip we just figured we'd get on any bus we could and then sort out a cab back to our hotel once we were back on the strip and out of the desert. Of course, everyone else had the same idea.
So as two buses pulled in Whitney said "we're getting on that bus" and began positioning herself by the door as it came to a stop. A frikkin' surge of people came in behind us. The three of us risked being crushed as we somehow elbowed our way on. Then we ended up at the Hard Rock Hotel where we snagged a cab and made it home. It was, in a word, terrifying when I look back on it. I had visions of broken ribs and tipped over buses and rioting. I don't even want to know what happened to those thousands of other people left behind.
Needless to say we just drove out there Sunday.
As far as a quick recap of the bands we saw, here you go.
Cyrpess Hill - cool to see them again and reminisce about my college days when I was a big fan.
Public Enemy - Only caught them for a second but Chuck D and Co. were holdin' it down. And Flava Flav, of course.
The Shins - Yawner. A good studio band but a boring live act. Always have been.
M.I.A. - Dope. Really dope.
Queens of the Stone Age - The kings of desert rock do what they do best: rock your pants off.
Thievery Corporation - Really cool and bass-y. A good prelude to the headliner.
Daft Punk - Mind blowing. Absolutely mind blowing. One of the most amazing shows I've ever seen in my life. And I've seen a lot of shows. But this one was exceptional in every way. I'm not the same for having seen it.
Ghostface Killah - Cool but it was so hot it was hard to get too into it. And it was like 2 o'clock.
Robert Randolph - Rockin' as ever although we only stayed for a bit because, again, it was hot and we had the drive back to LA in front of us.
So there you have it,Vegoose 2007.