Not that you exactly have to prove anything when you're the "Number One motherfucking rock star on the planet" (his words, but we're not arguing it). But after 2008's fiasco — where he hit the stage late (after 4:30 a.m.) and left to "Fuck Kanye" spraypainted on the fences… Well, we'll let the man take it from here.
"I did Bonnaroo six months after my mama passed. Pearl Jam went three hours late. Fuckin' daylight was coming on, they said I was running late. They blamed my motherfuckin' tanks, with all my pyro. They wrote Fuck Kanye on that shit. Y'all wrote that shit in the press. Where the press at? Is y'all gonna write about all these motherfuckers puttin' their hands up right now? Where the press at? Where the press at? Where the press at?"
As for the show itself, it worked almost like a send-up of his own fame. The press is going to blow him up and make him look negative? Well, he'll get a jumbo screen to play reflect him blown-up and in negative. He'll do a festival set with lots of hits, but not the hit. He'll stand silently in a spotlight or rap in a mask. He'll get 90,000 people to sing along to "There's leaders and there's followers." He'll perform noise-rap as a shadow on a red LED Rothko and then say, "If y'all are having a good time, make some noise." Heart-bearing, fang-baring and smarter than the press will give him credit for.