Vans Warped Tour
"Where's the cash machine?"
That was the first thing I heard as I
walked through the Tweeter gates into
this year's installment of the Warped
tour. It was such a right-on ironical
remark for a punk festival, a genre
dripping with anti-commercial
sentiment. But as I shaded the blazing
sun from my eyes and checked out the
scene, I realized that there was no
irony in the comment -- the guy
really was looking for an ATM.
The asphalt was chock-a-block full of
tented shops selling all manner of this
and that. If it weren't for the
screaming brand signs, you'd have
thought you were in some oriental
bazaar. The Pavilion, with its cool
shade, and as the day wore on,
tantalizing seats, was off-limits to
the heat-challenged crowd. (It would
have made for a thoughtful no-cost
chill-out area.) And while I'm
complaining, the $3 bottles of water
and $10 veggie burritos were way out of
line. Motocross and skateboarding
experts were doing their things on the
outskirts of the area, barely noticed.
Randomly strewn about this labyrinth
were various stages around which the
audience could crowd. Few patrons knew
who was playing where or when, and
there seemed to be no rhyme or reason
to which bands played earlier in the
day or at dusk. Rancid finished
their half-hour set before 2 p.m.,
before I could even find where their
stage was. But even random shuffling
about would get you some pleasure,
shade be damned.
The best set of the day, or at least
my day (in which I caught 10
acts), was from The Business.
It's not only mad dogs and Englishmen
who go out in the mid-day sun. These
Brits had a whole batch of us pogoing
to a blistering set of old school oi.
Trying to get from one stage to the
other, you couldn't avoid the mall
rats, some attired in Abercrombie &
Fitch shirts, others in torn rags and
neon-spiked mohawks, shopping away as
if that is why they came. Indie labels
and even bands had sales tents. Most of
the bands on the tour weren't paid, so
they made their money -- or at least
hoped to -- selling merch. But one tent
had a band called Bottom playing
good low stoner-stuff. (I learned later
that they were playing again that night
at the Double Door, keeping to a
punishing pace of two shows a day all
summer.)
More pleasures came from The
Misfits, when, after pounding out a
few of their well-known tunes, they
welcomed Marky Ramone to bash drums for
them while they played a swell homage
to his former band with a set of Ramone
songs starting with "Sheena Is A Punk
Rocker."
Punk was alive at this shopping-mall
festival, but you had to be lucky and
plucky to find it.
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