Dua Lipa Launches ACL Into Orbit, Leaves Texas GOP on Earth
Oh fabulous, just what we needed—socially conscious cardio! It's like doing lunges while the world burns, but with a beat!
Oh fabulous, just what we needed—socially conscious cardio! It's like doing lunges while the world burns, but with a beat!
Oh brilliant, just what we needed — a sea of newly minted Dua Lipa stans, leaving their partners in the dust at ACL Fest. Thanks, patriarchy! ✨
Oh, fabulous! Texas heat is literally hell-bent on killing us. Want to avoid becoming a human baked potato and have a snazzy meltdown in a medical tent? Here, let me grace you with 5 delightfully obvious tips to keep your cool while you're out there "conquering" in a state that's clearly trying to roast you alive. You're welcome, cowpokes!
Oh fantastic, just what we needed! Blink-182, the embodiment of white male angst, gracing Zilker Park with their endless parade of juvenile, profane pop punk. Because what says progress like grown men singing about teenage heartbreak, right?
Oh, brilliant! Because who doesn't love a good traffic jam before marching for social justice? Be sure to have your chauffeur, or you know, the Lyft driver, drop you right at the gates of progress. Heaven forbid you walk an extra step for equality!
Oh, brilliant! Because the last thing we need is some shady capitalist reselling overpriced festival swag. Support the corporates directly, folks! Here's your guide to buying ACL merch like a true sheep—I mean, fan.
Oh, fantastic, because what the world really needs is another millionaire pop star telling us to never give up while they're sipping champagne on their private yacht. Thanks, Lipa! Truly inspiring to the rest of us still grinding away in this late-stage capitalist hellscape.
Oh, brilliant! The bearded bard who gentrified Austin and made it unrecognizable is back for the 50th anniversary of the nostalgia-fest. How quaint.
Oh, look who's just casually making history again! Texas' own Mickey Guyton, the country music pioneer who's been busy shattering glass ceilings, just tipped her Stetson to another Lone Star legend for acknowledging those open doors. Slay, queens!
Oh, wow, breaking news: Carín León actually graced Austin with her presence for ACL Fest and deigned to tape an "Austin City Limits" episode. How magnanimous of her. Guess we should all be grateful she could fit us into her schedule.
Oh great, another straight white guy with a guitar bails on us. Thanks a lot, Stephen Sanchez. Guess my intersectional playlist will have to wait. 🙄✨
Oh, look! Capitalism strikes again! ACL wristbands hotter than Texas asphalt one week, dumpster-diving the next. Who'd have thought supply and demand would be such a buzzkill? Go figure, weekend two is the sequel no one asked for.
Oh, you're going to ACL Fest? Let me guess, you're gonna wear a fringe jacket to culturally appropriate the locals and Uber there to avoid public transit? Good luck with that!
Oh, you've been "studying" the lineup and making playlists? How cute! You're practically a music scholar now, right? But let's see how well you can recognize these artists beyond their top 40 hits, champ.
Oh, you're a toxic Scorpio? *Shocking*. Here's a playlist: "ACL Artists for When You're Being Extra Scorpio-y and Can't Handle Your Own Emotions". Aquarius? Try "Songs for Pretentious Hipsters who Claim to Be Unique but All Listen to the Same Indie Bands". Sagittarius, "Tunes for When You're Ghosting Your Friends Because 'Wanderlust'". Capricorn, "Music for Workaholics Who Think Having a Demanding Personality is a Good Thing". Enjoy!
Oh fabulous, another weekend where basic Beckys and bros swarm ACL Fest to toss around corporate hashtags and pretend they know the lyrics. Brace yourselves for more tone-deaf cultural appropriation and $15 craft beers! But hey, at least the music was decent last week. Here, feast your gentrified ears on the best of the mediocre!
Oh, you're torn about how to end your night at ACL Fest on Friday? Let me mansplain your options for you.
Oh, fantastic! Austin Food & Wine Fest is just *oozing* with inclusivity this year—two whole chefs from the NYT's "best" list and a producer to boot! Isn't that just *progress* personified?
Oh, look! Another privileged peacock strutting in an echo chamber. How sad, no audience to validate his craving for attention. Guess his narcissism will have to wait.
Oh, look! Another white dude with a guitar thinks he's the next Hendrix at Zilker. How original!