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For a complete rundown of the weekend's festivities, see our Lollapalooza Recap.

In theory, the words 'cancer' and 'tumor' aren't supposed to be anywhere near the word 'Lollapalooza,' and yet this year they are not only near 'Lolla' but the word 'headliner' as well. Fortunately, both of the people involved with said tumor and cancer – Depeche Mode lead singer Dave Gahan and Beastie Boys member Adam "MCA" Yauch – are doing just fine and have either recovered or are expected to make a full recovery. Still, the organizers behind Lollapalooza were surely freaking out a little bit once they lost one of their biggest bands to natural causes. "Have we lost the kids? Are we out of touch because we recruited a couple of bands to headline that are cancer patients?"

In a word, no. They had Jack's Mannequin play two years ago, and their singer suffered worse medical troubles than MCA or Dave Gahan did, and he's half their age. Still, we understand that perception is nine tenths of the law, so when the Beastie Boys canceled their tour and postponed their album so MCA could deal with his recovery, we could hear the collective "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" from Camp Lolla before they had issued an official statement. But let's not get hysterical – Lollapalooza is not suffering from old age. They've always had a healthy respect for the bands that helped pave the way for the bands of today, booking acts like Billy Idol, Violent Femmes, the Pixies, Patti Smith, Roky Erickson and Love and Rockets in years past, and Lou Reed this year. Indeed, it would be disrespectful to the people who helped Lolla become the monster festival that it is if they suddenly turned their back to the Gen X music fans that brought Lolla where it is today.

So keep that in mind as Bullz-Eye sends one staunch Gen X'er (David Medsker) and one atypical Gen Y'er (James Eldred) to take on Lollapalooza and the typically brutal Chicago late summer weather to see who's the last band standing, as it were. Without playing our hand too early, don't be surprised if the band that we're most impressed with involves a nine-year-old Japanese guitar hero. Just sayin'.



Lollapalooza 2009, Sunday recap: Spending warm summer days indoors

All right, we didn't actually spend the day indoors, but we hid in the shade as much as possible, because, well, it was freaking today. This led to one of us staying up north (he had other plans, which you'll read about later) and one of us staying south. Who got the better end of the deal? Let's just agree to disagree, shall we?

Eldred: These guys sa sa sucked. Okay, not really, but they were ba ba boring. And despite the fact that I found their cellist incredibly hot (wow, I never thought I'd say that) I found my head even hotter, so I headed for the shade.

Eldred: I'm always hesitant to give bands who primarily play slow-to-mid-tempo music a chance at festivals. I usually don't have the patience for it when I'm melting away in the sun. However, Bat for Lashes proved to be the exception. The beautiful Natasha Khan (who is Bat for Lashes in the studio) came out in a sequined jumpsuit, and with a powerful bellow held the audience captive while she also played piano, the autoharp and what I think was an accordion. Pretty amazing stuff, made even more amazing by the gale-force wind that nearly destroyed the banners surrounding the stage.

Medsker: I will concede that I came very late into their set in order to find a good spot to watch the Kaiser Chiefs, but I hoped that some good grooves would come my way. All I remember is some drawn-out, "Black Magic Woman" type of jam session, and little else. Hooks, apparently, are not their strong suit.

Eldred: I really didn't make an active choice to see these guys. I more or less collapsed in the shade, and they happened to be playing in the background. I'm more or less indifferentl to them. Sure, their single “Sometime Around Midnight” is a good tune, but I really couldn't care less about seeing them. I was jealous of my cohorts who made the trip across the park to see the Kaiser Chiefs. Still, I did get to hear the ATE's unlikely cover of Q Lazzarus' "Goodbye Horses" (the song that Buffalo Bill dances to in "Silence of the Lambs"), which was actually pretty good and went over great with their fans. I might not like their tunes, but they definitely know how to entertain a crowd.

Medsker: I was concerned about how the Chiefs would be once I heard that singer Ricky Wilson broke a rib during one of the band's shows in New York opening for Green Day. I should have known better. They absolutely killed, opening with "Never Miss a Beat" and scarcely letting up from there. Ricky was even diving into the crowd and climbing the speakers. I wonder, though, if there will be any fallout from Ricky saying, "Can we get these people 20,000 beers?" The crowd roars, and then he says, "But no Bud, though." (Look at which stage they played.) I saw Guster pull a stunt like that at a show. They wound up not getting paid. Sponsorship-bashing issues aside, the Kaiser Chiefs made the most of the last date on their US tour. Please come back soon, boys. Eldred, for one, wants to see what he missed out on.

Eldred: Praise Dan Deacon, that crazy electronic music-playing bear of a man. Sure, he may have taken a bit too much time getting the sound just right, but the payoff was more than enough. Joined by close to 20 people (including a marching band), Deacon not only played music, but the audience, guiding them to create a stage in the lawn for someone to jump down and conduct the crowd, culminated in an ungodly barrage of plastic bottles flying into the air. Pure madness and pure ecstasy. Dan Deacon made the heat go away with the power of his good vibes.

Medsker: This pair of Chicago DJs were spinning some crazy mash-ups from the word go. Someone was rapping over "Shut Up and Let Me Go," while Rivers Cuomo was singing "Buddy Holly" over a monster dance beat. I also heard bits of Walter Meego (another Chicago band, which makes me suspect they know each other), New Order, Mylo, that birthday texting song, and, of course, Michael Jackson. And thank goodness the people by one of the drink stations were giving away bottles of water. After the Kaiser Chiefs, I needed about a gallon.

Medsker: Neko has one of those sing-me-the-phone-book voices, but this setting seriously tested my patience. She and her band sounded fine (once they took care of a feedback problem), but as Neko herself admitted, she was playing a nighttime set during a daytime show. She was grateful for the "frisky" people up front. Sadly, I was not one of them. Two guys in front of me gave me the biggest laugh of the day when they waited for Neko to start, heard three notes of her first song, and walked away shaking their heads.

Shortly after this, I called it a day, but I assure you that I have my reasons. One of my all-time favorite bands is playing on the north side of town, and they don't play here much. My apologies to the Killers and Jane's Addiction, who will surely put on great shows. Bonus coverage to follow...

Eldred: Every year the Citi stage seems to be the home of an act that could easily pack one of the larger stages. Last year it was Girl Talk, and this year it was Passion Pit. () People were packed tight on the concrete to see the band perform “Sleepyhead” and other highlights from the debut LP. Well, maybe “other highlights” is a bit of a stretch, since a good portion of the crowd hightailed it after the group belted out their signature tune. Passion Pit didn't seem to be bothered by the the fleeing masses or the heat, but the latter sure got to me. I caved and went back to the hotel, Snoop Dog be dammed.

Eldred: Refreshed after a lenghty break in my a/c blasted room, I trekked back for the final act of the festival. Given the choice between the Killers and Jane's Addiction, I chose the Killers, and not just because they were the closest to my hotel (okay, that may have had something to do with it). There was nothing particularly wrong with the Killers' performance, but there was nothing really amazing about it, either. I don't know, maybe seeing Depeche Mode and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs the two nights before set my expectations too high. Everyone seemed to be having a good time though, especially Brandon Flowers, who was eating up the massive crowd (which he claimed was the biggest they've had in the States). Maybe they weren't the best band to close a night, but they sure as hell pleased their fans. All I know is that after three days that included pouring ran, blaring heat, and everything in between while running back and forth both sides of Grant Park to watch over 20 bands, I'm done with rocking out...for a least a few weeks.

Medsker: Ah, now you know where the old man has gone. From the moment that I heard "Hayfever" while I was getting ready for work one lazy morning in 1993, the Trashcan Sintatras have owned me, so once I heard that they were going to be in town the weekend that I was supposed to cover Lolla, I begged the Lolla scheduling gods that I would not have to choose between the Trashcans and either Depeche Mode or the Beastie Boys. As it turned out, they were scheduled against the Killers - whom I saw in 2005, and they were fun - or Jane's Addiction, and with all apologies to the guy that started this whole thing, I'd rather see the Trashcans. Yes, that's how much they mean to me.

The show was great fun. They played a bunch of tunes from , including 'Hayfever," and a bunch of songs from their new one , which hopefully will be out in the States soon. And I made good on my promise to buy the guitarist a drink, for which he was most grateful.

And now, we sleep. Full, detailed recap soon to follow. But for now, night night.

Lollapalooza 2009 Saturday recap: Here comes the sun. Stupid sun.

Lollapalooza 2009, Friday recap: would you like a little water torture with your rock?

It's amazing what a slow, steady rainfall will do to, um, dampen one's spirits. The Friday lineup for this year's Lollapalooza was pretty damn good, but we felt decidedly less frisky once it meant walking or standing in a cold rain. Of course, the forecast for Saturday and Sunday calls for brutally hot temperatures and lots of sun. Ah, Chicago. My favorite city, but the weather really is awful.

Medsker: How about this for our first band of the day: a nine-year-old Japanese kid who can absolutely shred on guitar. He can't sing, of course, but no one really minded. He loves Ozzy, and played three Ozzy/Sabbath tunes in his set, as well as a Deep Purple song. Very cool. It's funny how many Sabbath covers I've heard a Lolla over the years. The best is still the Dresden Dolls' sick cover of "War Pigs." They own that song now.

Medsker: Perhaps I'm showing my age when we say this, but...oh, there's just no nice way to say this: I think these guys suck. Their first song didn't have any discernible hook, and then the singer did that goddamn screamo thing. And their drummer...you know how drummers overact when shooting a music video, with the arms flying up and down to even the simplest or slowest beat? This band's drummer actually plays like that. I lasted roughly two minutes, and I had had enough.

Medsker: This unassuming Georgia band helped get the taste of Manchester Orchestra out of my mouth, but the rain was making my antsy. I left after about four songs to head south.

Medsker: I was thrilled that Black Joe Lewis was invited to perform at Lolla, but their inclusion also amuses me. They're more of a Summerfest or Jazzfest band than a Lolla band, but then again, inviting a James Brown-style rock and soul group to Lollapalooza is pretty alternative, now that I think about it. I bet these guys would blow the doors off of a small club. They sounded fine here, but again, the rain was getting to me. Plus, it was lunch time.

Before Black Joe Lewis started, I listened to Hey Champ a keys-drums combo from Rockford, and they were pretty damn good. Definitely looking into them when I get home.

Eldred: This New Orleans-based alt-hip-hop group may have been saddled with a side stage appearance, but they could have dominated the biggest stage in Grant Park with their swagger and cocky attitude. They had the tunes to match and ended their high energy set by turning the stage into a dance party, complete with their DJ spinning MGMT's “Electric Feel” and House of Pain's “Jump Around."

Eldred: It's pouring down rain and I've never heard these guys before, but in every photo I've seen of them, their pale asses looked ridiculous, so I had to make time to see them, if only for novelty's sake. After trekking across the park in the rain and getting colder and wetter, I realize that this is a hell of a commitment for a joke. However, once the pale London boys took the stage, I was shocked that they weren't that bad. Actually, they were pretty damn good. However, I'm cold and wet so I head back to the hotel after just a couple songs for a drying pit stop.

Medsker: I'm very fond of this glam band's debut album, and they sounded really good live, but enough was enough. I was drenched. I headed back to Eldred's hotel room (he got a room at the Hilton on Michigan, lucky bastard) to dry off. His friend Lisa gave me a poncho. What a difference that made.

Medsker: Ah, it's good to see Ben with a band again. The last time I saw Folds live was that piano tour with Rufus Wainwright, which was cute but a far cry from Ben Folds Five's live shows. His new band is damn good (especially the drummer), and Folds gave the soaking wet audience a good mix of songs from his whole career (though he didn't play anything from BF5's first album). The cover of "Bitches Ain't Shit" got the crowd moving, and then he stunned me by pulling out "Narcolepsy." Well chosen set, even if he skipped the first album. Even better, I almost literally ran into Folds in the media area during Black Joe Lewis' set. Very cool.

Eldred: Refreshed, dry and now safely covered in a poncho, I return just in time to see a special breed of insanity by the name of Alice Glass. The lead singer of the electronic duo ran out on stage with a bottle of vodka and tore it up, even when her microphone fell apart. She got a working model just in time to run into the audience and nearly pick a fight with someone in the crowd. Things are reconciled when she pours vodka into the first three rows. Amazing show, but that bitch is crazy.

Eldred: Speaking of crazy: capes, men dressed as tigers, gas masks, gender-confused back-up dancers, Of Montreal took crazy to a whole new level, living up to their reputation as one of the most entraining live bands on Earth. It was glamtastic brilliance, so needles to say the cover of Bowie's “Moonage Daydream” was not at all unexpected. Strange but awesome, however I had to take off early to get a choice spot for Depeche Mode.

Eldred: I've been waiting to see Depeche Mode for over 10 years. They lived up too all of my unrealistic expectations by blowing the crowd away with choice cuts from the new album, including the single “Wrong” to lesser-known older tunes like “In Your Room” and “Policy of Truth.” () Gahan and co. are firing on all cylinders and by the time they get to the epic finale of “Enjoy The Silence” and “Never Let Me Down Again,” I've lost my damn mind (along with most of the audience). The encore of “Personal Jesus” is expected, but still welcome. The bar has been set high for the rest of the festival's closers.

Medsker: They played three songs from . Hell, yes.

On deck for Saturday: Band of Skulls, Beatles offspring, Arctic Monkeys, Miike Snow, and Eldred is faced with a choice: Santigold, or Glasvegas?

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