Let the sun shine in.
Nardo was mad excited about this Kanye performance. Thus far Bonnaroo had been very good to him. He sat in the front row for Pearl Jam's performance, and was just as close for Metallica's pulverizing set. [With a killer opening set from Chris Rock. Or so I'm told.]
Around 11:30 PM my time on Saturday night Nardo called me from the fields, three people or so away from the stage, waiting for a 2:45 a.m. set to begin from the one they call Mr. Kanye West. Who would have thought that two to three hours later, as I said goodnight to Saturday, that Nardo would still be waiting for the sun, Kanye, and an introduction to the good life. Stereogum reports:
"Yeah Kanye's ego's big -- making thousands of kids wait two hours later than an already incredibly scheduled 2:45AM start time is simply the latest lesson in Umm Duh -- but no Jon Pareles, it is not the size of the universe. It isn't even the size of the sun. You know what's the size of the sun, guys? The fucking sun. The sun is bigger than even your ego could dream to be, Kanye, and the sun won't wait to rise so you can make sure the section of the stage where you do your sneaker-slide move is properly waxed...Maybe the mainstage was backed up 'cause Pearl Jam went a little late, they tend to do that. And all the cool visuals on the background screens, the inventive stage shape and use, the up-spits of flame, the song rearrangements, etc. all probably transform, and kill in, an enclosed space. Instead the only thing that died was the concept, and in broad daylight (although "Good Morning" had a cool if unintended effect as the set opener at 4:40). A straight set of jams would have gone down a whole lot better (ala Lolla)..."
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