She went to Edgefest, which otherwise received lukewarm praise, in part due to the unkind sun.
I decided to fling myself completely out of my comfort zone and head to Edgefest at Pizza Hut Park yesterday. Wow. If there are more hot, sweaty, nearly naked fifteen to twenty-five year olds in one spot in Dallas, I don’t know where that is. It was packed and it was hot. And the music was loud. Very, very loud. There were all sorts of vendors. Kind of like a mini Dead show. (Very mini.)
But the band I went to see was on despite the swelter and despite (or perhaps because of?) the nudity. 30 Seconds to Mars (whose front man is Jared Leto from the TV show My So Called Life) was on the smaller stage, but they performed like headlining rock stars, thrashing around the stage and inciting the audience at every turn. They were only on-stage for a half hour or so, playing five or six songs. Fan favorites, including Beautiful Lie, Capricorn, The Kill, The Fantasy, and Attack. But the audience head banged and screamed and sang along for every bit of it. Leto cursed up a storm, telling the audience to make some (fill in expletive here) noise and they did. Whatever he asked, they did. The band put on a great show.
After they performed, I watched the band sign autographs. I gotta tell you, these guys really love their fans, signing for anyone who will wait in line, posing for endless pictures, and making eye contact with every fishnet clad, geekily awkward, gigantically scary, mini-skirt sporting, strangely average, cloaked in black, awfully country, over the median age, or bikini top wearing fan. Can’t say I’ll ever make an appearance at Edgefest again. But if loud music and “sight-seeing” are your gig, well, there’s always next year.
