Pound for pound, minute for minute, note for note, the best two hours of this festival for me were the ones I spent watching N.E.R.D followed up by the Swell Season on Friday. It was like a perfect Friday night shoved into two hours. You start out at a club, with ALL your friends, get a little silly– or a lot silly, if that’s your game. When the club plays “Closing Time” and tells you, “You don’t gotta go home, but you gotta get the fu** outta here,” you take off to your friend’s place for a chill afterparty. Someone picks up a guitar and the sing-a-long jamfest follows until you head home. Perfect night. That’s what those two acts were for me. Perfect.
N¤E¤R¤D started 10 minutes late, because they couldn’t find their drummer. I see how this can happen in a crowd of 80,000+, most of them shirtless and in bikinis, partying their heads off. No worries, though– they found him, and proceeded to more than make up for lost time. They destroyed a set that contained all of my favorites: “Lapdance,” “She Wants To Move,” “Rockstar,” “Spaz,” and my new favorite, “Everyone Knows.” I decided I wanted to get silly and tried to get up into the rafters over the stage to watch, but was turned away at the stairwell backstage.
Then my castmate Aimee Teegarden decided to get more than silly, as she jumped up on the opposite side of the stage. She danced with Pharrell, did the RUNNING MAN (Aimee, and out of nowhere, felt Pharrell’s abs when he pulled up his shirt with his teeth.* It was the icing on the cake to an already bonkers show. They were so much better in this element than they were when I saw them earlier this year on [Kanye West's] Glow In The Dark Tour. N¤E¤R¤D was in tune with the crowd, made them forget about the heat, had them dancing, moving, jumping. The energy of that show and their control of the crowd was unmatched for the rest of the weekend for me… with the possible exception of Gnarls Barkley late Sunday.
Rap mogul Sean Combs reportedly disciplined a member of his staff after they stole Pharrell Williams’ personal details and began to harass the hip-hop star. The N¤E¤R¤D hitmaker was baffled to suddenly field emails from a wannabe musician desperate to work with him – so he traced them back to Diddy’s Sean John fashion label. A source tells the New York Post, “A Sean John employee got his hands on Pharrell Williams’ e-mail address somehow. He e-mailed Pharrell so many times asking if they could work together, but Pharrell had no idea who the person writing to him was.” A representative for Combs confirms the story to the Post – but insists the star wasn’t involved: “Diddy was not made aware of this incident. A staff member was contacted, and they handled it internally.”
With his third album, “Something Else,” out in stores, and his single “Magic” bubbling up the charts, Star Trak artist and soul singer Robin Thicke takes “The Source” on a musical journey behind the glitz and glamour all in a day. It may have seemed like Robin Thicke came out of nowhere a couple of years ago, but the truth is he’s put in years of work. The Source spent the day with the “Lost Without You” crooner who talked about losing friends because of money drama, being on his own at 17 and all the work he had to put in to get his wife.
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