3rd

Justin Theroux (37)
Devon Aoki (26)
Kaysar Ridha (28)
Angie Harmon (36)
Antonio Banderas (48)
Rosanna Arquette (49)
Diane Venora (56)
Patti Austin (58)
Ronnie Spector (65)
Betsey Johnson (66)
The Gutter Twins, 2:30-3:30
Photo by Marty Perez for the Sun-Times
It takes a truly extraordinary band to make the main stage in Hutchinson Field during a sunny day in the park seem as if it and everyone watching has suddenly been transported to a derelict bar on Bourbon Street or a sado-masochistic sex club on the Lower East Side at 4 in the morning. But then Greg Dulli and Mark Lanegan are truly extraordinary singers.
Unlike some of the other alternative-era icons who’ve performed here or are yet to appear, to say nothing of the festival’s founding figurehead, there is nothing nostalgic about the new partnership between the former vocalists for the Afghan Whigs and the Screaming Trees. According to the bio that came with the group’s recent Sub Pop album “Saturnalia,” the two battered, bruised and scarred survivors first met at a party in 1989—it doesn’t specify whether it was an orgy or a drug-and-liquor bacchanal, but imagination can fill in those details—and the seeds for this collaboration were planted then; it just took 18 years to make it happen.
It was worth the wait, and the dark soulful, raw rock and gutter glam of their collaborative set marked a mesmerizing high point that every act that follows will have a difficult time topping.
“All that I know, shoulda been, coulda been mine”: Mark Lannegan, once of Screaming Trees, now a Gutter Twin. Photo by Marty Perez for the Sun-Times
OK, now I’m getting a little jealous
Greg Dulli: Sex God, Gutter Twin… Tribune reader?
Forgot to mention that Greg Dulli came out onstage, faced a crowd of about 20,000 and said, “Good afternoon, Greg Kot.”
It’s a long story involving a simmering one-way feud about a review a long time ago, and I ain’t gonna tell it. But a dis from Dulli sure beats my phoeey from Perry last year.
Greg Dulli
The Gutter TwinsMy Favourite Film
“It’s still gotta be Jaws, man. More recently, I loved The Diving Bell And The Butterfly. It’s remarkable on many levels: it showed a new way of making a movie, the story was compelling and it transported me. If you’re in any way a self-pitying person, you should watch that film and realise how hard another person had it.”My Favourite City
“New Orleans. I have a lifelong, adoring relationship with it. I live there part of the year and bought a bar down there last year, too. I’ve been all over the world and there’s no place like it. Visit it for the architecture, the music, the food and the people.”My Favourite Drug
“Adrenaline. I focus on pure adrenaline these days, but approximations were made in the past, shall we say…”My Favourite Female Icon
“Nina Simone. I respect her because she was devoted to her own beliefs. She was raised in the racist South and overcame that to make some of the greatest music I’ve ever heard, through sheer determination.”My Favourite Relative
“My mother, for obvious reasons. She came to a show and watched from the balcony recently and smiled at me five or six times, which is good enough for me.”My Favourite Rumour About Myself
“Well, I’ve been dead a couple of times. (laughs) I was murdered and in a car wreck, apparently. Not stabbed by a jealous lover, no, but that’s gonna happen anyway…”My Favourite Way To Relax
“I watch baseball, either on TV or by going to a game. I support the Cincinnati Reds, who are terrible at the moment-they have one of the worst teams I’ve ever seen in my life! But when they’re your team, you’re with them for the good times and you’re with them for the bad times.”