BY ANDERS SMITH LINDALL
One of my most anticipated festival sets turned into a flop when neo-soul star Erykah Badu, the self-proclaimed "analog girl in a digital world," apparently forgot to wind her watch. Whatever the cause, she took the stage nearly 20 minutes after her scheduled 5 p.m. start, then spent an equal amount of time feeling her way through a sleepy amalgam of half-hearted song snippets, among them the new "20 Feet Tall" and two versions of the older "Appletree".
She looked every bit the diva in red eye shadow, huge feather-shaped gold earrings and a dome-topping dyed-blond mohawk but acted the part to an embarrassing degree. "Don't forget I'm an artist, I take my [music] serious," she lectured at one point. Hey Erykah, don't forget each one of these fans paid more than 200 bucks to be here.
Though her big band was finally able to uncork its talents and run with "Didn't Cha Know," by then all but the true believers in the crowd were long gone. Minutes later, with Badu still in midsong, Wolfmother cranked up its monster rock machine on the adjacent stage. Whatever Miss Amerykah meant to end with was simply blown away.