Meet the New Boss, Same As the Old Boss: Desert Trip’s Final Night Looks to the Future By Reaching Into the Past
Photos by Kevin Mazur for Desert Trip
“I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution/Take a bow for the new revolution/Smile and grin at the change all around/Pick up my guitar and play/Just like yesterday” -The Who, “Won’t Get Fooled Again”
When you have an entire festival rooted in nostalgia, the big elephant (or in Sunday night’s case, floating pig) in the room is relevance. Of course a historic collection of classic rock’s biggest acts is newsworthy, but how does it speak to the times or today’s musical landscape? How do these legendary artists—once the pillars of youth culture and rebellion—reconcile with playing an event dubbed Oldchella by kids on the internet?
If you’re Pete Townshend, you lean into it, making your entrance with a bottle of Pedialyte, shrugging and announcing drolly, “Well, here the fuck we are. You all come to watch old people dance?”
It’s been almost 50 years since The Who famously smoked The Rolling Stones on The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus, and on Desert Trip closing night, they once again managed to show up everyone who played before them—simply by doing what they’ve always done. It wasn’t a flawless set (Roger Daltrey seemed to be having some issues with his in-ear monitor at one point and, as a result, struggled with pitchiness on “Behind Blue Eyes”), but it was as close to perfect as you could hope to expect from a band at this stage in its career.
Daltrey spent the set tossing and twirling his microphone, gradually undoing more and more buttons on his shirt (which, by the end of the set, he’d sweat almost completely through), hitting notes artists half his age would struggle with and just generally defying anyone witnessing his performance to believe he’s really 72. Townshend windmilled his way through some of the band’s greatest hits and even treated us to a power slide on “Won’t Get Fooled Again” (again—this is senior citizen who had just played for two hours with close to the same intensity he did as a 20-year-old dropping to his knees and sliding across the stage). And as usual, he provided the night’s sarcasm, comparing his band to modern artists like Adele, Rihanna and Justin Bieber, paying tribute to the late John Entwistle by noting he died “in a blaze of whatever” and lovingly referring to Keith Moon as “a great wanker.”