Bonnaroo 06
Bonnaroo was amazing yet again. I must admit that upon arriving there it felt a little weird.. different. Not really different, but I wasn't as excited, or maybe I just wasn't as in shock as I was last time since I've already done it before. I was actually kind of scared to go this year because I had a feeling that I may feel like that. Eventually it set in where I was and who I was with.. I let myself go and it turned out being a better time than I had last year.. Just being able to understand what was going on and where to find everything and what not.
I'm not going to go into a huge detailed thing like I did last year.. I'll just hit the basics and the hight lights.
We left at 11pm on Wednesday and arrived around noon on Thursday. Why it took so long, don't ask me.
Thursday we basically showed Dance around and looked at all the new shit they had going on. We didn't see any music but we did watch them blow up some shit in Centeroo. Pretty neat.
Met up with all of our kids.. Plus Joe Bonnaroo and Scott.. I only saw them for these 10 minutes the whole weekend which kinda sucks since we stayed in contct for so long, oh well.
Everyone had headed back to Camp and Steven and I decided to walk by Electric Eel Shock and see what that was all about. We were just people watching and all of a sudden Steve notices that Marc Brownstein from Bisco was walking around the crowd. He starts freaking out so we go over to him and talk to him for a little bit. It was pretty cool because no one else knew who he was and he didn't even believe that we did until Steve told him who he was, ha. But that was cool and Steve was acting like a little kid that just won a million dollars worth of candy would. That's pretty much it. We went to bed decently early due to staying up for the whole 12 hour car ride. While we were laying in the Tent we were listening to whateve was going on at The Other Tent and noticed that it kind of sounded like Bisco was playing. Even the vocals sounded similiar. We were so tired but we jumped up and ran at full speed ALL the way there from our campsite. I almost puked from running so fast. We finally get there and it's not them in the least bit. It was dumb but if I wouldn't have went and then heard that they played a surprise show I would have kicked myself. At least I got some exercise!
Friday we walked around Shakedown street all day "shopping", if you will. Once getting everything we needed we saw Bright Eyes and Oysterhead. Bright Eyes sucks live I've descovered but Oysterhead was sweet. We just hung out and whatnot while sweet Tom Petty stole all Saturday night until Umphreys and Bisco came on. Umphreys was pretty good but Bisco put on a really good show. There was this annoying wasted guy in the crowd that kept ramming into people and he got the shit beat out of him like 2957 times but still kept coming back. He ruined the whole beggining of the show for me but once he was finally gone I raged that shit. Good times. We were all pretty much drained after this so we headed back and got some sleep.
Saturday was the annoying day because Beck, Claypool, Medeski, AND Bisco were all over lapping. Everyone kind of went their seperate ways because we all wanted to do it differently. Steve and I went to Medeski first but they were a half hour late so we didn't even get to see them. We headed over to see Bisco at the Sonic Stage.. they only had a half hour set but they thre out a M.E.M.P.H.I.S that was pretty neat. After this we checked out Claypool. Not as sweet as I thought it was going to be but it was still alright.
We finally all met up and went to Radiohead. Very mellow show but I really enjoyed myself.
Following, we went back to camp and got dressed up in our Surgeon Ninja apperal and headed to Super Jam. We didn't stay there too long because Eric informed us that there was a "surprise" guest playing at the Masquerade Ball and I really wanted to know who it was.. and hell, we were already dressed up so why not!
I had the best time of the weekend at this thing. It was SO much fun. They had it in the Cinema Tent and you HAD to be dressed up to get in. The band that played was so fucking awesome. They wouldn't reveal who they were and they had masks and shit on so you couldn't tell. We raged that place SO damned hard until 4am. When it ended I was expecting the band to rip their masks off and reveal themselves but they never fucking did! wtf? I WILL find out.
Next we went to Sasha and raged it until about 6 and I was out for the count.. or so I thought. I didn't want to lay in the hot tent so Steve and I grabbed some shit to sleep in Centeroo. For some reason we couldn't accept the night was over and decided to keep going. Nothing better than a 7am dose, right?
This was one crazy adventure that I don't even think I can begin to talk about... I don't know where to start or end, I could try to remember our conversations, but I don't think it'll work...but I will tell you about these sweet kids we met.
We are leaving our camp sit and this kid comes up to us on the road.
Kid (seriously, looking sober as all hell and talking dead serious)- Hey... I have a question..
Steve- What's up?
Kid- I'm not trying to---- What should I do? Should I go into a tent or something?
Steve- ??? Why don't you go in your tent?"
Kid- Huh? I'm not trying to uh---
Steve- You're not trying to what?
Me- Why don't you go into your tent and drink some water and go to bed. Do you know where your tent is?
Kid- I'm not trying to-- I don't have any drugs on me or anything, I just don't want them to mess with me.
*Me and Steve just start walking away really fast*
Kid- Hey! Wait!
*we turn around and look at him*
Kid-*rips phone out of his pocket and throws it on the ground*
Steve- Don't do that man, that's your phone *picks it up and hands it to him*
Kid- *looks at him like he is crazy*
Kid- I'm not trying to--- Do bad things happen here?
Me- No, go to your tent.
Kid- Which way did they go?
Me- *points in opposite direction that we are going*
Kid- *walks away but keeps looking back at us*
We are walking past the Centeroo enterence and this kid comes out butt naked, no shoes, with a green garbage bag wrapped around his waste. His face is all bloody and he's all beat up. Let me remind you this is at 7am with no one else around.
*we walk faster and get up next to him cause he looks fun*
Steve- Hey dude
Kid- *mumble*
Steve- Did you get in a fight?
Kid- I almost did
Steve- Almost? What happened to your face?
Kid- The curb did this.
Steve- Where are your clothes man?
Kid- They wouldn't give them back and they kept making fun of me *keeps rambling about something*
Steve- Alright.. well I hope your day gets better.
Kid- *sigh* yeah.. Lastnight was WEIRD
Whats funny here is the way that he said "weird", and the fact that all he had to say about lastnight is that it was "weird". If I woke up and walked out of Centeroo naked in a trash bag beat to shit I would have to say a lot more about the night rather than just saying it was "weird."
Shit is crazy now and we are sitting on some tiki hut thing for hours just talking. No one is around and then some crazy looking jolly kid comes stumbling up and sits down next to us.
I can't really do the convo we had because I don't remember it. But he was all crazy and jumping around from subject to subject. First he'd be talking about wars and how people in wars don't like how to talk about it, then he'd talk about fucking in his mom's house when she's home, then about how people from wherever he lives would think he was weird for talking about those things.
Then he randomly pulled out all of this shit that they gave him at the medical tent like chips and water and he's like "they even gave me applesauce! and a spoon!"
He doesn't stop talking the whole time and at one point he whipped out this bottle up bubbles and started violently whipping them around in the middle of his convo. I was laughing so hard that I almost puked.
Kid (speaking so fast I can barely understand him)- I LOVE BUBBLES THEY ARE SO COOL AND PRETTY AND THEY FLOAT FOOOORRRREEEVVVERR!
He was cracking my shit up.
Then he says "well I was going to go to sleep, but I decided I'm just gonna get fucked up"
He runs away and full speed and then stops in his tracks and picks up a big wad of money on the ground. We were so pissed because we were looking for ground scores all morning and found NOTHING and that wad of cash was right in from of us the whole time. Steve went running up to him and somehow talked him into giving him 5 bucks of it.
Sunday I didn't do shit due to staying up until 2pm and only sleeping an hour. Plus Clare, Ray, and Marion's gramma died and they had to be back today for the funeral. Leaving early was fine by me.. I was done with that place. 4 days is way too much.
And that's the story!
I am really not sure if I'll be going back next year. It's too expensive for what it is, and it's turning into something it's not meant to be. There are better things out there, and I think I've had my fun there.
All and all I had a wonderful time. I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad to be home.
pictures. sorry they aren't very neat
http://soupy-spandex.livejournal.com/20282.html
I'm not going to go into a huge detailed thing like I did last year.. I'll just hit the basics and the hight lights.
We left at 11pm on Wednesday and arrived around noon on Thursday. Why it took so long, don't ask me.
Thursday we basically showed Dance around and looked at all the new shit they had going on. We didn't see any music but we did watch them blow up some shit in Centeroo. Pretty neat.
Met up with all of our kids.. Plus Joe Bonnaroo and Scott.. I only saw them for these 10 minutes the whole weekend which kinda sucks since we stayed in contct for so long, oh well.
Everyone had headed back to Camp and Steven and I decided to walk by Electric Eel Shock and see what that was all about. We were just people watching and all of a sudden Steve notices that Marc Brownstein from Bisco was walking around the crowd. He starts freaking out so we go over to him and talk to him for a little bit. It was pretty cool because no one else knew who he was and he didn't even believe that we did until Steve told him who he was, ha. But that was cool and Steve was acting like a little kid that just won a million dollars worth of candy would. That's pretty much it. We went to bed decently early due to staying up for the whole 12 hour car ride. While we were laying in the Tent we were listening to whateve was going on at The Other Tent and noticed that it kind of sounded like Bisco was playing. Even the vocals sounded similiar. We were so tired but we jumped up and ran at full speed ALL the way there from our campsite. I almost puked from running so fast. We finally get there and it's not them in the least bit. It was dumb but if I wouldn't have went and then heard that they played a surprise show I would have kicked myself. At least I got some exercise!
Friday we walked around Shakedown street all day "shopping", if you will. Once getting everything we needed we saw Bright Eyes and Oysterhead. Bright Eyes sucks live I've descovered but Oysterhead was sweet. We just hung out and whatnot while sweet Tom Petty stole all Saturday night until Umphreys and Bisco came on. Umphreys was pretty good but Bisco put on a really good show. There was this annoying wasted guy in the crowd that kept ramming into people and he got the shit beat out of him like 2957 times but still kept coming back. He ruined the whole beggining of the show for me but once he was finally gone I raged that shit. Good times. We were all pretty much drained after this so we headed back and got some sleep.
Saturday was the annoying day because Beck, Claypool, Medeski, AND Bisco were all over lapping. Everyone kind of went their seperate ways because we all wanted to do it differently. Steve and I went to Medeski first but they were a half hour late so we didn't even get to see them. We headed over to see Bisco at the Sonic Stage.. they only had a half hour set but they thre out a M.E.M.P.H.I.S that was pretty neat. After this we checked out Claypool. Not as sweet as I thought it was going to be but it was still alright.
We finally all met up and went to Radiohead. Very mellow show but I really enjoyed myself.
Following, we went back to camp and got dressed up in our Surgeon Ninja apperal and headed to Super Jam. We didn't stay there too long because Eric informed us that there was a "surprise" guest playing at the Masquerade Ball and I really wanted to know who it was.. and hell, we were already dressed up so why not!
I had the best time of the weekend at this thing. It was SO much fun. They had it in the Cinema Tent and you HAD to be dressed up to get in. The band that played was so fucking awesome. They wouldn't reveal who they were and they had masks and shit on so you couldn't tell. We raged that place SO damned hard until 4am. When it ended I was expecting the band to rip their masks off and reveal themselves but they never fucking did! wtf? I WILL find out.
Next we went to Sasha and raged it until about 6 and I was out for the count.. or so I thought. I didn't want to lay in the hot tent so Steve and I grabbed some shit to sleep in Centeroo. For some reason we couldn't accept the night was over and decided to keep going. Nothing better than a 7am dose, right?
This was one crazy adventure that I don't even think I can begin to talk about... I don't know where to start or end, I could try to remember our conversations, but I don't think it'll work...but I will tell you about these sweet kids we met.
We are leaving our camp sit and this kid comes up to us on the road.
Kid (seriously, looking sober as all hell and talking dead serious)- Hey... I have a question..
Steve- What's up?
Kid- I'm not trying to---- What should I do? Should I go into a tent or something?
Steve- ??? Why don't you go in your tent?"
Kid- Huh? I'm not trying to uh---
Steve- You're not trying to what?
Me- Why don't you go into your tent and drink some water and go to bed. Do you know where your tent is?
Kid- I'm not trying to-- I don't have any drugs on me or anything, I just don't want them to mess with me.
*Me and Steve just start walking away really fast*
Kid- Hey! Wait!
*we turn around and look at him*
Kid-*rips phone out of his pocket and throws it on the ground*
Steve- Don't do that man, that's your phone *picks it up and hands it to him*
Kid- *looks at him like he is crazy*
Kid- I'm not trying to--- Do bad things happen here?
Me- No, go to your tent.
Kid- Which way did they go?
Me- *points in opposite direction that we are going*
Kid- *walks away but keeps looking back at us*
We are walking past the Centeroo enterence and this kid comes out butt naked, no shoes, with a green garbage bag wrapped around his waste. His face is all bloody and he's all beat up. Let me remind you this is at 7am with no one else around.
*we walk faster and get up next to him cause he looks fun*
Steve- Hey dude
Kid- *mumble*
Steve- Did you get in a fight?
Kid- I almost did
Steve- Almost? What happened to your face?
Kid- The curb did this.
Steve- Where are your clothes man?
Kid- They wouldn't give them back and they kept making fun of me *keeps rambling about something*
Steve- Alright.. well I hope your day gets better.
Kid- *sigh* yeah.. Lastnight was WEIRD
Whats funny here is the way that he said "weird", and the fact that all he had to say about lastnight is that it was "weird". If I woke up and walked out of Centeroo naked in a trash bag beat to shit I would have to say a lot more about the night rather than just saying it was "weird."
Shit is crazy now and we are sitting on some tiki hut thing for hours just talking. No one is around and then some crazy looking jolly kid comes stumbling up and sits down next to us.
I can't really do the convo we had because I don't remember it. But he was all crazy and jumping around from subject to subject. First he'd be talking about wars and how people in wars don't like how to talk about it, then he'd talk about fucking in his mom's house when she's home, then about how people from wherever he lives would think he was weird for talking about those things.
Then he randomly pulled out all of this shit that they gave him at the medical tent like chips and water and he's like "they even gave me applesauce! and a spoon!"
He doesn't stop talking the whole time and at one point he whipped out this bottle up bubbles and started violently whipping them around in the middle of his convo. I was laughing so hard that I almost puked.
Kid (speaking so fast I can barely understand him)- I LOVE BUBBLES THEY ARE SO COOL AND PRETTY AND THEY FLOAT FOOOORRRREEEVVVERR!
He was cracking my shit up.
Then he says "well I was going to go to sleep, but I decided I'm just gonna get fucked up"
He runs away and full speed and then stops in his tracks and picks up a big wad of money on the ground. We were so pissed because we were looking for ground scores all morning and found NOTHING and that wad of cash was right in from of us the whole time. Steve went running up to him and somehow talked him into giving him 5 bucks of it.
Sunday I didn't do shit due to staying up until 2pm and only sleeping an hour. Plus Clare, Ray, and Marion's gramma died and they had to be back today for the funeral. Leaving early was fine by me.. I was done with that place. 4 days is way too much.
And that's the story!
I am really not sure if I'll be going back next year. It's too expensive for what it is, and it's turning into something it's not meant to be. There are better things out there, and I think I've had my fun there.
All and all I had a wonderful time. I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad to be home.
pictures. sorry they aren't very neat
http://soupy-spandex.livejournal.com/20282.html