Outside Lands 2012: Day 1
Posted at 2:30pm, 8/13/2012
betterPropaganda contributor, Fabian Molina headed to Outside Lands at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco last weekend to enjoy the music, food and weather (not so much.) Check out his photos below and stay tuned tomorrow for coverage of Day 2:
It had begun. Friday at Outside Lands. The blanket of fog was thrown over us and it seems like we are in a high ceilinged version of the Heineken Dome. Everyone was huddled up, trying to stay warm. Blankets, big furry coats and near eskimo attire were part of everyones wardrobe. Only the brave entered into the park wearing shorts and a t-shirt (or maybe just the people from out of town). Everyone was quickly up in the food lines trying to get a bite of whatever warmth they could.
I kept an eye out for the longest food line all day and when I found it I was not surprised what food truck, or should I say "Converted Semi," was up at the front of it. Del Popolo won the prize for best food at the festival on the first day! How is that possible? Just take a look at the pizza to see how amazing they are. Smoking hot pizza, fresh out of a custom-made oven was the MUST-try food over the weekend.
Everyone was eager to get to the music. Once they got to the stage of their choosing you could see everyone get closer together. It was as if we were penguins in the arctic. Huddling for our lives. Swaying to the tunes of Tanlines, The Walkmen and Of Monsters and Men. And then 5 o'clock hit. You could see the fields getting more and more packed. The after work party people had arrived. And just like that, MSTKRFT killed it at the Twin Peaks stage, and got us prepped and limber for our Justice dance party.
The two french men came on like gods with the song "Genesis." Their electronic sounds reached the heavens that night and not a word came from their mouths. They did not need to speak. Like leaders, they carried us into the night. Shattering our ear drums and collecting energy by watching us move. There was a moment when Xavier de Rosnay came out from behind the mixers and put his right fist up in the air while the other one hung to his side, a cigarette still clutched in between his fingers. As his head was bowed, for what seemed like an eternity, the music continued, the crowds chanted, but the night stood still. Our souls were his. There was nothing we could do. That's when I said goodbye to the night.
- Fabian Molina
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