Lollapalooza 2011, Sunday: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

  • Photograph: Chandler West

    Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

Photograph: Chandler West

Lollapalooza 2011: Day 3: Kid Cudi

Chants of "CUDI" were accumulating inside the Perry's stage from the moment Modeselektor unplugged its gear. I say stage, and not tent, because the latter would indicate a structure that actually encapsulates something. Instead, Perry's consisted of a series of arched strips, allowing for plenty of ventilation—which shouldn't be taken for granted in this uninhibited electronic eden—but not much protection from the rain. The place resembled a muddy trough more than a dance destination by the time Cudi came on. I trudged through what felt like quicksand for a glimpse, so I found it a relief that he didn't take the situation for granted. Acknowledging the unforgiving weather, the man did his best to keep the ever-partying flock entertained.


As if trying to bully the storm away, Cudi's band opened with meaty and menacing power chords, which morphed into "REVOFEV," off last year's Man on the Moon II: The Legend of Mr. Rager. Each echoed "whoa" seemed like conclusive proof of the Cleveland native's rapid ascent, making this somewhat of a homecoming for the Midwest rapper and Lolla vet. "Scott Mescudi vs. the World" followed, off the same album, and though Cee Lo wasn't on hand to sing the hook, plenty in the disco slop were happy to fill in.


"What the fuck is up, Chicago?" asked Cudi. "You've been waiting for me. I've been waitin' for you, too." The Kanye protege pulled from his entire career to date, including the 2008 mixtape A Kid Named Cudi and his breakout, Man on the Moon: The End of Day. It went over well enough here, offering the audience one last chance to revel in the moment before the Grant Park weekend came to a close. Cudi's music may at times questionably toe the line between rap, rock and pop, but fortunately he's tapped into a fanbase that seems willing to take the ride with him.


 



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