I am a big fan of Riot Fest. I’ve been impressed by their
lineups enough to fly out to Chicago with friends twice in the past (one instance even resulted in a Toy Story related tattoo for someone, but that's for another time), and I wish
I could have gone in the years I couldn’t make it. Riot Fest stands out because
they keep their festival lineup to the punk/rock/alternative genre with some hip hop mixed in, so there
are more similar bands out there for the rock diehards still sticking around in
2018 (bless you all!). Back in simpler times, you would have to choose which
lineup between Lollapalooza, Coachella, Bonnaroo, Firefly, etc you liked best.
These days, it seems that all festivals have the same exact lineup, with just a
few minor changes in the bands that hit are playing around lunchtime. Riot Fest
does not fall into that awful trend, but instead thrives on having a
jaw-droppingly good lineup each and every year. One added caveat (SAT word
right there!) is that they have amazed people by getting bands to reunite when it
seemed impossible.
Posting this just to make myself laugh |
My first year at Riot
Fest, 2013, I saw the Replacements play their first show since 1991. Since
then, they got the Misfits to reunite with their original lineup for the first
time in 33 years, and then, they pulled off the impossible last year by
reuniting your favorite bands’ favorite band: Jawbreaker. To sum it up quick
without fangirling too hard, Jawbreaker basically made it as close as possible
without hitting it big, and eventually broke up amidst turmoil and the members
hating each other, only for a cult like following to grow since their demise
back in ‘96. I swear when the lineup was released last year, I thought it was a
joke poster when Jawbreaker’s name was up there with Nine Inch Nails and Queens
of the Stone Age for headliners. I hadn’t bought a plane ticket so fast in my
life, and it was worth every penny and lower back pain from standing in a giant
park for three days.
In addition to reunions, they get legends like Iggy Pop,
Pixies, Taking Back Sunday, The Cure, System of a Down, Motorhead, No Doubt, New
Order and even Snoop Dogg to perform. Basically, they’ve never had a bad lineup,
despite Riot Fest constantly saying themselves that ‘Riot Fest Sucks’. So here
we are in 2018, with an almost full lineup announced, with some actual question
marks listed for surprise acts. The lineup already includes Blink-182, Elvis
Costello, Interpol, Blondie, Sum 41, Twin Peaks, The Jesus Lizard, and of
course, Andrew W.K. So who the hell is going to be the surprise this year? I
have a feeling, albeit a pure gut feeling, but a feeling none the less that it
can only be one band worthy of a shockingly good surprise headliner: but I’m
going paint you a picture with words so you can envision it, or something like
that.
If I’m Riot Fest, I’m keeping those ????’s up on the lineup
and just wait for everyone to show up at the end of Sunday night to see who is
going to close. Everyone will be waiting in suspense without having any idea
who the hell it’s going to be. Maybe they can leave early, maybe they’ll want
to stay for a third encore, who knows? They sure don’t. The crowds show up,
with nothing but a black curtain with a white ‘?’ on it. The tension in the air
is thick enough to hack with a machete. Punks, skinheads, dweebs, wastoids,
riot grrrls, dad’s accompanying their 14-year-old obsessed with All Time Low,
everyone is on edge waiting to see who this mystery headliner is.
Picture yourself there, there is a goth girl wearing a Cure
shirt to your right with a stick n poke spider tattoo. On your left? A guy with
a long beard, an Operation Ivy tee and a look that he only drinks craft beers
and nothing else. People are ready to boo, complain or faint from happiness. Even
the mysteriously banned CM Punk, who has snuck in under the name of Phil
something or other, is ready to see who it is.
The clock strikes 9:30 and a single
spotlight hits the question mark on the curtain. It’s mostly silence, with a
couple drunken woo’s that inevitably would happen anywhere. ALL OF A SUDDEN,
THE CURTAIN DROPS. A bald guy with a guitar stands alone on the stage in front
of a curtain with a banner hanging on it. It’s fucking Daughtry. Daughtry is
the surprise headliner. You are at a Daughtry show. A chorus of jeers erupts in
the crowd. You’re dumbstruck. You hear people cry out “BOOO!” “HISS!” and of
course, “NOT A FAN OF YOU!”. The poser with the Joy Division shirt he bought at
Urban Outfitters a couple feet in front of you is going wild, so pumped for
Daughtry. Finally, an act that he not only knows, but likes! Somewhere out
there, maybe by a merch stand, maybe watching backstage, maybe a thousand miles
outside of Chicago, the Riot Fest Twitter Guy laughs to him/herself. It’s the
greatest troll job he/she has ever done. It has almost made up for every single
time someone on Twitter asks when the lineup is coming out, despite it coming
out at the same time each year. He/she can take a minute to enjoy this, because
they have earned it for the dumbness of people on social media.
This guy! |
As Riot Fest is about to turn into an actual riot because of Daughtry, the banner comes down, revealing the word “SIKE!” on the curtain. It goes pitch black once again, and everyone is holding their breath. People who were walking for the exits stop in their tracks, the mob getting ready to tip over the porta potties freeze, and the bored girl with a shitload of eye liner and the septum piercing that kept sighing in front of you look up, with hope. All of a sudden, a single piano note plays. Hey, you know that note from somewhere, don’t you? Where do you know that song? The crowd starts erupting as the second and third piano notes hit, and everything starts picking up steam. The crowd starts singing along in the what is the most unified thing this country has seen since 2016 when they all scream out ‘WHEN I WAS. A YOUNG BOY. MY FATHER. TOOK ME INTO THE CITY.’
You’re damn skippy, you’re being welcomed (back) to the
black parade. My Chemical Romance is back and you’re ready to get your goddamn
emo on.
honestly, simpler times. |
I mean, this is just pure guesswork here, but let me give me
thoughts why: the band is on friendly terms despite the hiatus, which is
extremely rare. They’ve been spotted hanging out in the past at Frank Iero
shows, so it doesn’t appear to be a huge feud or anything. They’ve had time to
do their own solo stuff and take breaks and whatever. I mean they’ve been out
of action since 2013, so they are due for a comeback. MCR fits the bill for
Riot Fest, obviously. Who wouldn’t be happy with that reunion? The Riot Fest
audience is filled with the beaten and the damned, who want to say so long and
goodnight and promising that they’re not okay. This is a slam dunk of a
headliner, will add to the lore of Riot Fest booking amazing surprises, and add
the perfect band to go with Blink 182, Beck, Interpol, Sum 41, Twin Peaks, The
Wonder Years and such.
I may be way completely wrong here, but hey, I’m trying.
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