This Lollapalooza come down is rough. That whole festival is a sensory overload, and if you’re an introvert like yours truly, it can bring out some serious anxieties probably worthy of medication, though beer usually does the trick. One time over the weekend, I had to swim upstream through a sea of people to get to the other side of the fest and I had a full-panic attack and almost threw everyone into the Buckingham Fountain and then ran off into the distance. It’s good to be back in the land of singular songs that aren’t shirtless and asking me if I can “hook me and my girl up with some caps.” El-P is back, Warpaint is back, with John Fruscante of all people, and the world seems to be finally spinning a tad slower, but just as loud. Always loud. Always good. -Jeremy D. Larson
