Devil's Music

Two o'clock Thursday afternoon.

On the first day of the Lollapalooza Festival, I found Chicago Grand Park with Carlos in a hat and Rob in a mask, holding excited breasts. The crowds who took a good seat from the night before the stand-out came to the stage after clearing out their luggage.

A group descends from Carlos' car, Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow. The 1977 model was remastered to focus the attention of citizens crossing the road as a limited production car, but there was not a great commotion that people did not expect Carlos Santana and Rob Thomas to show up on the side of the road.

I was excited to see the entrance to Chicago Grand Park.

“Wow! So many people! There must be tens of thousands of them, Carlos! ”

Carlos folds his head, fixing his hat.

“The price of admission is $100 per day, and three days admission is $250. La said we're sold out. They also sold out packages for $4615 (about 4.7 million won) for all four days. With 300,000 tickets issued, that's an average of over 100,000 people a day. ”

Rob says to Gun, touching the mask.

“Kay, you may be okay, but we're gonna die from people the moment we show up here, and we don't have any guards today, so don't use your name out loud. Okay?"

Gun said with a playful smile.

“Really? Let's relieve you of the stress you've been practicing over the past five days. Everyone! Ahhh!!! ”

Robb pulls his gun, covering his mouth, as the gun tries to scream.

“Don't play with me! I'm serious! If I say so, will you kill Carlos, too? He's over 70 years old, and a couple of hits on his fans is gonna kill him! ”

Rob lowers his hand, smiling as he sees the gun being dragged to Rob's mouth and making a silly look.

“Let's just watch the MUSE. The others are fine, too. They're the only band we should be concerned about. ”

Gun rubs its mouth and smiles.

“What brings you here at two o'clock to see only MUSE? The band is at 8: 00 p.m., haha."

Robb looks at the case and scratches his back head.

“I guess I told you to take it easy on him. Turns out he's quite friendly, isn't he? ”

Carlos smiles, slightly raising his hat.

“What a bright personality. Uh, there's a guitar. Looks like the show's starting. Let's go.”

So, three people entered the Chicago Grand Park.

Around 10,000 spectators gathered in front of the stage because it was still daylight. Even though 10,000 people were spectators because of such a large park, it seemed only to fill the stage. Rob and Carlos lie down halfway up the hill, away from the stage.

Robb sits on a hill and gets up, saying,

“I'll buy you a beer. There should be booze at the festival. Carlos, what can I get you? ”

Carlos lies on his back and says,

“Ask me what? Have you seen me drink anything other than tequila? Anything under Reposado without knowing if there's an Anejo. ”

Robb nods and looks at the case.

“You?"

He said, standing up together like an Asian.

“I'm not supposed to be drinking yet. Let's go buy some, Rob."

Rob smiles and raises his hand to high five with the gun.

“You have to go with the young one! I hang out with old people all the time, Carlos! You drink tequila like that all the time, and then you go straight to the goal. Don't drink so much. If you want to drink, drink a beer like me. ”

As Carlos presses his hat down and gestures as if he didn't want to hear it, Rob gives you a look. Shortly after, Rob and three hot dogs with tequila and two bottles of beer sat on the hill and began watching the performance.

On the stage, a black man in a swag outfit was wearing a hat upside down and checking the microphone, and audiences slowly entrusted their minds to the music as the hip-hop beat echoed through the amp. Rob was asked about the hot dog.

“Who is that? You're not in a band?”

Rob said, sipping a beer.

“Well, he's famous these days. He's a rapper. Big Sean. ”

Carlos, with his hat firmly pressed, raises his hat slightly.

“You mean he signed with Kanye West? ”

Robb nods. A short time later, a great hip-hop performance by Big Sean was performed, and I was excited to see it for the first time.

“Hip-hop is amazing! It's energetic. I'm getting rhythm without even knowing it. ”

Carlos stood up one day and folded his arms and said,

“People are going to react to great music, regardless of genre. Rob, who's next? ”

Rob folds the guide into his pocket, opens it, and picks it up with his fingers.

“Kaskade next, Gramatik next. ”

Carlos tilts his head toward Rob.

“Gramatic? Cascade is a producer, so it's probably DJ. What's Gramatic? ”

Rob rolls a piece of paper and sticks it in his back pocket.

“Hybrid EDM DJ? ”

Carlos lies back on his chair, his hat tucked deep in his face.

“Yes, I'm not interested. Wake me up on MUSE. ”

Carlos falls asleep. Robb shrugs as he looks down at him.

“He doesn't really care about DJs. Funny, isn't it, 'cause people who invite DJs into their music hate to perform? How much Andy nagged about going to EDM and getting hurt this time. ”

The gun nods.

“Maybe because Latin Rock is your specialty. ”

Robb raises his finger and squirms.

“That's not true, Kay. If rock musicians aren't interested in music other than rock, it's rotting itself to the ground. Musicians of Carlos' class don't care, but they'll listen. Even if he's sleeping like that, he'll wake up if he hears any good music. ”

The gun glances at Carlos lying prone. He looked like the man who owns Los Amigos in Itaewon, but he thought he was also a world-class rock musician.

After the two EDM stages, the surroundings became dim. The Chicago Grand Park was filled with over 80,000 people standing underneath the stage. The main event of the day is almost here. When Rob sees a member of MUSE onstage, he taps Carlos on his feet.

“Carlos, MUSE is out. ”

Carlos turns to sleep deeply. As soon as he wakes up, he chokes Tequila. Rob shakes his head, looking at Carlos. The gun smiles and looks at Carlos, looking at Rob and asking.

“Muse was the goddess of Greek mythology, right? ”

Robb shakes his head.

“No, MUSE is not one person. Nine goddesses of art and academic inspiration are all called MUSE. It's a little too much for a band name, don't you think? ”

The gun nods and sees the MUSE preparing.

“What a rich sound for only three people. I wanted to see them for once. ”

Robb says without taking his eyes off the stage.

“Yes, since the time of Nirvana, there's been an equation that the alternative band is the best for three people. Vocal Matthew Bellamy once said he was influenced by Kurt Cobain in Nirvana. ”

The show begins.

Gun fell in love with a rock show I had never seen in my life.

You don't even know if you're sweating. You jump hard on the hill and shout in the air.

“Rocks are the best! ”

Rob shakes his head as he looks at it.

“Hey, is Sharon making a big noise when she hears this? ”

Suddenly, he smiled as he remembered Sharon, fixing his body.

“But there's a difference between what other music inspires and rock music. ”

Carlos folds his arms and nods.

“Yes, the excitement of rock music is nothing compared to that. It's wrong to think that rock is the most inspiring music, Kay. Music feels different depending on the emotional state of the listener and the situation at the time. Ultimately, the genre is useless. It's best to listen to good music at that time or to listen to the music you want to listen to. ”

The case seemed to agree.

“That's right, Carlos. You're absolutely right. ”

Rob looks at the two of you in a daze.

“Someone's gonna pay for the music. Look, Carlos. Relax. You're Santana, Santana! ”

Carlos glances at Rob and looks at the stage and says,

“Yes, of course you do. But you see, musicians speak with music. After the music goes into the public's ears, it goes to the public's judgement. Rob, it's not that you don't want to. You just need to focus on the show. ”

Rob looks back at the case as if he suddenly remembered something.

“Come to think of it, Kay. When you were practicing, did he just stand there and sing? It's true that musicians speak through music, but the action on stage is something you can't miss on live. ”

I scratched my cheek with a sketchy face.

“I mean, you know, It's a little awkward, don't you think? So it hardly ever came out. ”

Carlos sweeps his back.

“Kay, why do you think musicians try to grab something with their hands up when they sing, or exaggerate their actions? ”

Gun thought about it and said:

“Could it be an amplification of emotion transfer? To broaden the spectrum of emotions conveyed to listeners or viewers through exaggerated gestures. ”

Rob grins as if he knew it.

“You fool. Dude, where's a musician like that? It's an amateur band idea. A true musician is a gesture drunk by the emotions of his music. ”

I asked with surprised eyes.

“Yes? Are you drunk with your music? ”

Carlos looks back at the case with serious eyes.

“Kay, you don't have an audience to impress you with a song you don't want to impress yourself with. No one can dance to a song they're not excited about. ”

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