The sun, which emerged briefly around 2 p.m., darted not 10 minutes later back behind a thick cover of cloud and fog (of the "stinging, cold" mixture), and the temperature dropped accordingly. I'm no weatherman, but anyone headed out to the Lands for the rest of the weekend, one bit of advice: wear layers.
Which leads me to a question, which I'll get to in a minute. The festival's Eco Lands area seems to be more than the token "greenwashing" effort you see at a set of events along the lines of Outside Lands [ ]. The Panhandle Stage, for instance, is fully solar, running a 4-kilowatt organization to top executive all the equipment onstage. Which is pretty cracking, but waitress: there's more.
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There are compost bins everywhere. When the need rises to put away of whatsoever you have in your hand at the moment, you're confronted with a set of choices: recycle, compost, or landfill. There is no lecture attached, and no penalty for contributing to the landfill, you barely get a fairly linear multiple alternative option, and you let to think about the thing that you're trying to get rid of, maybe simply for a second or two, simply you do think around it. Especially when there's a guy cable from the Clean Vibes trash and recycling gang hollering "Don't toss that beer cup! Compost it!" at every station.
They're 100% biodegradable and made from corn, if you didn't know.
Whoops, I promised a question and then promptly forgot near it. So, when the sun goes away and doth reject to shine, like it did for all simply few glorious moments this afternoon, what happens to the solar-powered music from the solar-powered stage? Is this thing being run on batteries, or did they just keep a spare extension cord handy? I'll check with individual and pay back the answer later.
I would do that sort of fact-checking sooner, instead of later, except that right around the time Steve Winwood [ ] was finishing up a power plant set in front of a vast main stage crowd (including several note-perfect versions of his old Traffic songs, including "Low Spark of High Heeled Boys" and "Mr. Fantasy"), my laptop computer decided to give up the ghost. The "live" portion of this web log has now been affected to the "file afterwards the evince" category.
Earlier, ahead the Great Laptop Tragedy of '08, M. Ward [ ] delivered a tight, soulful set in front of an enthusiastic Lindley Meadow crowd, many of whom no doubt said to themselves something like "I really should get me some M. Ward albums!" This newsperson included, dishonourably. And homo, does he sound like mid-'70s Dylan, or what?
Hey, what's that enormous circus tent in the eye of the Polo Field?
Answer: Crowdfire is this enormous circus tent in the middle of the Polo Field; it is also this site where citizenry can upload video mash-ups and photos and whatnot, and the great unwashed inside the big collapsible shelter at Outside Lands john watch them projected all over the place. You can append your possess contribution while you're there at the festival, as a matter of fact; lots of people sprawled inside on big blankets and pillows watching the shifting content, which acted sort of like an instant feedback response to whatever was going on outside the tent or, really, anyplace else on the 'Net.
Radiohead's up on stage right now? Here's some bootlegged video from a European festival earlier this summer. Here's Thom Yorke's voice put through a pitch-changer, and "Karma Police" coming out wish Alvin & the Chipmunks. What around Beck from last night? Here you go. Blink and you'll miss it.
I don't cognize if whatever of this is in reality useful, simply the Crowdfire tent is, at the very least, a nice place to spend an hour or two while waiting for Ben Harper [
] to come on.Speaking of which, the nice lady world Health Organization runs the hand-painted light bulb concession (and world Health Organization let us pet her awesome firedog, Rainbow) would like to know why you get too a great deal good clobber going on, Outside Lands organizers.
"Ben Harper, Primus [ ] and Cake [ ] ar all happening at the same time," she complained. "Why can't they flounder them out?"
While I in agreement with her, I personally wouldn't have made the decision to sit slow a
