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The B-roo pictures are uploaded. Over 80 distorted shrunken pixels for you to place your judgements upon.
How do I summarize the beginning? Okay so there's 9 of us. Tara's mom, this whiskey drunk lady (name please? T-bone, help me out), and this old dude they work with driving the truck, with us hitched on the back in a 5th wheel RV. Us being me, Tara, Christine, Greg, Buck...and this kid. I'll remember the name later. I feel like a real ass not knowing right now, but I was a little distracted...man. So we're off to Manchester, Tennessee. Yeehaw cowboy.
This here is Jethro, Billy Joe, Dorothy May...and Buck. We gave eachother those names in light of our travels...or whatever. Yeah, making fun of that hick shit south of here.
Who took this shit?
I wasn't trying to be funny...
After a few good card games, a few good laughs, and a few long smokes, we are shakingly disrupted by what sounds to be somewhat of an explosion, while swirving violently in the back of an RV...(perhaps not violently, but noticably uncomfortable and loud when you're in the back of an RV, unable to communicate with the drivers in the truck up front who are completely oblivious to what's going on. I never thought myself religious until numerous heartfelt prayers sprang from my mouth in the most obscene and cuss-worthy form at this moment)
Yeah that's the ticket...
So we're back on the road. Another round of cards and another bowl sparked (not to mention a few xanax's), we suddenly feel ourselves slowing to a stop, while flashes of bright blue and red light shine through the windows. With an RV full of drugs, and 4 minors with 2 coolers full of beer, we sit in complete silence while questioning our religion in the back of a dark RV, unknowing of what's going on (fucking 5th wheels and the lack of communication)... Thinking our lives are over and picturing ourselves being taken away in some Tennessee cuffs by some redneckin', Yogi bear hat wearin' policemen, we find out it was just an out back light...and we're on the road again...
The next day...
Rise and shine kids. I suppose this is the perfect time for a nice morning cigarette.
Redneck Yogi highway patrol is always here when the hick ass triple A fails.
Southern twang: "Well is 'dis here a 5th wheel or a gooseneck?"
(Picture us laughing our yankee asses off)
It's going to be a while, so we pop up the lawn chairs on the side of the freeway, and enjoy the southern scenery.
"Move it to the side folks"
So god damn happy and stress free...
This guy's passed out in every picture. Every fuckin picture this guy is napping. It's the side of a fucking freeway, and this guy is dreaming about taking his morning shit.
Finally...
This kid is hanging out the fucking door while moving...
If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was in Lapeer...
-> I think right here was about that time when we were stopped. We were stopped for a good 20 minutes and Buck, Christine, Greg and I decide to get out for a nice game of frisbee. Little did we know that the line was going to start moving steadily...FUCK steadily, this shit was MOVING. Needless to say, it left our asses running for about 4 miles without stopping, without water, and without full lung capacity due to the toking before hand. We're fucking superstars.
Campsite yo.
After all that hell, we knew what it was time for...
This guy knows what I'm talkin' about
Home Sweet Home.
Pistons finals against the Spurs. I've learned so much about our Michigander culture just walking into this tent...We're fucking INSANE.
So when this guys up and kicking, he makes some damn good brats and taters...hooked us up royally
This kid is fucking passed out
Firsts things first my lad
I thought I was real god damned psychadelic when I took this picture. Thought I should've gotten some Nobel Prize for this shit.
A sober mind would think differently.
A sober mind would think differently about this as well...
We laughed at this picture on our digital for about a half hour. Something about laughter and contagiousness and...being high. Being retarded rather.
Holy shit! Can you believe it? Like it's totally like fucking Gabby La La!! Gabby who? I don't know, some asian who plays a mean sitar.
It's Dan & Danielle!
Feeling...normal...
One of my favorite times...the fucking bluegrass jamboree during Yonder Mountain String Band. These people were mud flingin', knee slappin', and foot stompin' like you wouldn't even know.
It's uhhh...ummm...these kids tripped out on acid? I chilled with them for nearly 6 hours. They were straddlers who hitchiked the country and bounced back and forth between festivals. They shared home brewed beer with me and gave me hash cakes. Their lifestlyle made me jealous.
During Widespread, orange bandana man put his arm around me and that long haired doobie brother over there after meeting us just minutes before, and told us "I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you two right now!" Me too buddy....me too
Disco bus. Had flashing strobes and disco balls and it told me to do the hustle.
Me looking like a cancer patient, singin' in the rain
Greg's collapsed circus tent...still sleepable, according to Greg. Or perhaps according to drugs and alcohol.
I met this girl from Memphis and we became good friends within the 2 hours of constant doob passage. We sat under some abandoned sales tent on a table and talked about the southern incests and crooked teeth and wicked twangs and eyes on the sides of people's heads. We laughed our asses off. Who knew?
-> That abandoned sales tent was the same tent that we all sat under during Trey Anastasio's set to watch people slip and fall flat in the mud while walking by. This was followed by our ridiculous Michigander "Ohhhhhhhhhhhs" and "HAHAHAHAHAs" and "You fucking fell" while pointing and laughing hysterically. We were quite possibly the most obnoxious people at Bonnaroo. And I loved every minute of it.
So these next few...well these next few are fucked up. You see, we have here what they call the "Sonic Forest". The Sonic Forest consists of long blue hollow poles that flash random bursts of light while making distinct animal/bongo/echo/fucked up noises when you wave your hand upon open holes in the hollow poles. This is insane for drug users. Fucking insane. Fucking hilarity to the people on the outside. Fucking confusing and awesome to stoners. Also, fucking embarassing when suddenly snapping back to reality and realizing that you too, are standing on the sides of these poles, waving your hands dilligently back and forth to hear all the pretty noises, while being happily blinded by the sudden bursts of light...
Ahhh...only at Bonnaroo
All over folks. RV ride back spent in fear. Hoping that the shitwagon of an RV doesn't nearly cost us our lives again. Coming down from an insane natural high, and a not so natural high. Feeling weird and not wanting to take off our sunglasses, we sat like this for hours...usually in silence...usually eating chips
I always wanted to be one of the Blind Boys from Alabama
The Shows
Indeed...there's music too...
(There's more where this came from...but here's just a few for the road)
Les Claypool and Gabby La La
Old Crow Medicine Show
Drive-by Truckers...you know I love my redneckin' twang
Kings of Leon...I hold a special place in my head for these southern lads, even if they shaved their redneckin' doobie bro beards and started to dress like fags...
Jurassic 5! Never in my life did I think I'd live to see a hippie booty shake!
Allison Krauss (T-Bone's Mom took these next few)
Allman Bros
Dave
Bonnaroo 2005, you were good to me. See you next year.
How do I summarize the beginning? Okay so there's 9 of us. Tara's mom, this whiskey drunk lady (name please? T-bone, help me out), and this old dude they work with driving the truck, with us hitched on the back in a 5th wheel RV. Us being me, Tara, Christine, Greg, Buck...and this kid. I'll remember the name later. I feel like a real ass not knowing right now, but I was a little distracted...man. So we're off to Manchester, Tennessee. Yeehaw cowboy.
This here is Jethro, Billy Joe, Dorothy May...and Buck. We gave eachother those names in light of our travels...or whatever. Yeah, making fun of that hick shit south of here.
Who took this shit?
I wasn't trying to be funny...
After a few good card games, a few good laughs, and a few long smokes, we are shakingly disrupted by what sounds to be somewhat of an explosion, while swirving violently in the back of an RV...(perhaps not violently, but noticably uncomfortable and loud when you're in the back of an RV, unable to communicate with the drivers in the truck up front who are completely oblivious to what's going on. I never thought myself religious until numerous heartfelt prayers sprang from my mouth in the most obscene and cuss-worthy form at this moment)
Yeah that's the ticket...
So we're back on the road. Another round of cards and another bowl sparked (not to mention a few xanax's), we suddenly feel ourselves slowing to a stop, while flashes of bright blue and red light shine through the windows. With an RV full of drugs, and 4 minors with 2 coolers full of beer, we sit in complete silence while questioning our religion in the back of a dark RV, unknowing of what's going on (fucking 5th wheels and the lack of communication)... Thinking our lives are over and picturing ourselves being taken away in some Tennessee cuffs by some redneckin', Yogi bear hat wearin' policemen, we find out it was just an out back light...and we're on the road again...
The next day...
Rise and shine kids. I suppose this is the perfect time for a nice morning cigarette.
Redneck Yogi highway patrol is always here when the hick ass triple A fails.
Southern twang: "Well is 'dis here a 5th wheel or a gooseneck?"
(Picture us laughing our yankee asses off)
It's going to be a while, so we pop up the lawn chairs on the side of the freeway, and enjoy the southern scenery.
"Move it to the side folks"
So god damn happy and stress free...
This guy's passed out in every picture. Every fuckin picture this guy is napping. It's the side of a fucking freeway, and this guy is dreaming about taking his morning shit.
Finally...
This kid is hanging out the fucking door while moving...
If I didn't know any better, I'd think I was in Lapeer...
-> I think right here was about that time when we were stopped. We were stopped for a good 20 minutes and Buck, Christine, Greg and I decide to get out for a nice game of frisbee. Little did we know that the line was going to start moving steadily...FUCK steadily, this shit was MOVING. Needless to say, it left our asses running for about 4 miles without stopping, without water, and without full lung capacity due to the toking before hand. We're fucking superstars.
Campsite yo.
After all that hell, we knew what it was time for...
This guy knows what I'm talkin' about
Home Sweet Home.
Pistons finals against the Spurs. I've learned so much about our Michigander culture just walking into this tent...We're fucking INSANE.
So when this guys up and kicking, he makes some damn good brats and taters...hooked us up royally
This kid is fucking passed out
Firsts things first my lad
I thought I was real god damned psychadelic when I took this picture. Thought I should've gotten some Nobel Prize for this shit.
A sober mind would think differently.
A sober mind would think differently about this as well...
We laughed at this picture on our digital for about a half hour. Something about laughter and contagiousness and...being high. Being retarded rather.
Holy shit! Can you believe it? Like it's totally like fucking Gabby La La!! Gabby who? I don't know, some asian who plays a mean sitar.
It's Dan & Danielle!
Feeling...normal...
One of my favorite times...the fucking bluegrass jamboree during Yonder Mountain String Band. These people were mud flingin', knee slappin', and foot stompin' like you wouldn't even know.
It's uhhh...ummm...these kids tripped out on acid? I chilled with them for nearly 6 hours. They were straddlers who hitchiked the country and bounced back and forth between festivals. They shared home brewed beer with me and gave me hash cakes. Their lifestlyle made me jealous.
During Widespread, orange bandana man put his arm around me and that long haired doobie brother over there after meeting us just minutes before, and told us "I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you two right now!" Me too buddy....me too
Disco bus. Had flashing strobes and disco balls and it told me to do the hustle.
Me looking like a cancer patient, singin' in the rain
Greg's collapsed circus tent...still sleepable, according to Greg. Or perhaps according to drugs and alcohol.
I met this girl from Memphis and we became good friends within the 2 hours of constant doob passage. We sat under some abandoned sales tent on a table and talked about the southern incests and crooked teeth and wicked twangs and eyes on the sides of people's heads. We laughed our asses off. Who knew?
-> That abandoned sales tent was the same tent that we all sat under during Trey Anastasio's set to watch people slip and fall flat in the mud while walking by. This was followed by our ridiculous Michigander "Ohhhhhhhhhhhs" and "HAHAHAHAHAs" and "You fucking fell" while pointing and laughing hysterically. We were quite possibly the most obnoxious people at Bonnaroo. And I loved every minute of it.
So these next few...well these next few are fucked up. You see, we have here what they call the "Sonic Forest". The Sonic Forest consists of long blue hollow poles that flash random bursts of light while making distinct animal/bongo/echo/fucked up noises when you wave your hand upon open holes in the hollow poles. This is insane for drug users. Fucking insane. Fucking hilarity to the people on the outside. Fucking confusing and awesome to stoners. Also, fucking embarassing when suddenly snapping back to reality and realizing that you too, are standing on the sides of these poles, waving your hands dilligently back and forth to hear all the pretty noises, while being happily blinded by the sudden bursts of light...
Ahhh...only at Bonnaroo
All over folks. RV ride back spent in fear. Hoping that the shitwagon of an RV doesn't nearly cost us our lives again. Coming down from an insane natural high, and a not so natural high. Feeling weird and not wanting to take off our sunglasses, we sat like this for hours...usually in silence...usually eating chips
I always wanted to be one of the Blind Boys from Alabama
The Shows
Indeed...there's music too...
(There's more where this came from...but here's just a few for the road)
Les Claypool and Gabby La La
Old Crow Medicine Show
Drive-by Truckers...you know I love my redneckin' twang
Kings of Leon...I hold a special place in my head for these southern lads, even if they shaved their redneckin' doobie bro beards and started to dress like fags...
Jurassic 5! Never in my life did I think I'd live to see a hippie booty shake!
Allison Krauss (T-Bone's Mom took these next few)
Allman Bros
Dave
Bonnaroo 2005, you were good to me. See you next year.