Bonnafawkinroo.

Out of all the shows I've seen so far, the best would have to be Michael Franti & Spearhead (Which Stage... I got some nice front row pictures of him, Xavier, and Keller), Keller, Xavier, and Hot Tuna (Jorma Kaukonen & Jack Cassady). I thought Tea Leaf Green and Apollo Sunshine were also pretty friggin awesome... And the new orleans... dudes. Their guitarist looked like a Jimmy Buffett-ized Trey Anastasio.

Then, at 2am Saturday, Warren had his own unannounced superjam consisting of bassist John Paul Jones, rhythm guitarist Bob Weir, and Xavier Rudd playing percussion, as well as the usual Matt Abts on drums and Danny Louis on keys, with Andy sitting out on bass for JPJ. Then Lewis Black came onstage with a quick joke/schtick and called this guy a cocksucker for throwing things at performers onstage, which was rather grand, as I didn't get the chance to catch him, at first.

Demitri Martin was the shit.

I think I also spotted Jimmy Herring getting chili fries, at one point.


Oh yeah, Keller kicked a beach ball to me after the show, which is now hanging in my room. Him and Jeff Sipe kicked the same ball at least once... I was going to get him to sign it, but by the time I got to him, he had just left to go eat... Oh well, I'll always see him again.

I did fall asleep in the cinema tent, while watching Electric Apricot Then I lost my keys, some green person passed a joint to me during the Mardi Gras parade, I stayed there and talked to the person, the parade ended, and miraculously found my keys, after that.

But I think the most bizarre thing that happened to me was during Tool's set. I was standing behind this girl, and then she just turns around, grabs my arm, then proceeds to um, eat my face? Though, we both gave each other this stare at first, though I'm not sure who started it or what it meant... to be honest, I don't know what to think of that and it made me feel really guilty because I thought she was on something, until I realized she was totally straight. (Well, also because things like that just fuck with me, atop not knowing her name, age, or where she was even from, at the time). She didn't look or seem to be the type to normally do that (she had this friggin awesome cotton calico-ish patchwork dress too...), but I wouldn't know. I'm a bit wigged by it. I may have made her feel self-conscious. Oh well, it's really not my fault, that's just Bonnaroo for you. lmao, all in all, I couldn't tell you if it was a bizarre act of free love or if something was there.

Either way, I camped out with some people who were from Prairieville, Louisiana... (Micha they knew people with your last name, but.. I'm sure there are lotsa people with the same names, like there are here). I also camped with some raging alcoholics from Mary Washington University, who were obtaining their master's degrees.... we played fuck the dealer/gauntlet and ended up getting our entire camp drunk before the tents were even put up/before the end of the day. I met plenty of ridiculous people... I also tried to sell radioactive elements. I went "Uranium for sale... geraniums for sale?" and this guy asks me "Did you say you had nuggets for sale?"

I go "Uranium for sale, tree-fiddy... plutonium?" and the guy fell down by the showers (mud everywhere) laughing his ass off. He seemed a bit uh... shitfaced.

I made peace with New Yorkers, as well... and not just any New Yorkers, but New Yorkers from Queens. I also taught this one chick who was with them to roll a J, ahah. "Just like a sleeping bag, only scale model sized, slower, and tearable"

 

doood, summercamp was better

 

did jimmy page sit in with tool?

 

i wish i went to bonnafawkinroo. sounds like a blast. at least i get to go to high sierra in 3 weeks.

 

and george, might i add. i love the caption under your name.

 

oh wow! that's cool! i know someones who went..was there a gy named evan? or trey? idunno.. do you know their names?

 

First off - Where the hell were you at 12 on Thursday? I saw none of you under the shroom.

Secondly-

Keller was a piece of shit. I'm not pleased with this WMD business whatsoever.

However, my love for that man is still undying, so I indulged in a beautiful fucking K-Dub shirt at the merch tent...

TLG was really, really good, but they need to find something to spice themselves up. It wasn't really anything I hadn't heard before. But they were still damn fine.

The best shows I saw, by far, were SCI and Wilco. Wilco was amaaaaaazing. I was like 20 feet from Jeff Tweedy. And Nels Cline. Guitar. Jesus Christ. I can't even begin.

The dancing was *on* during Wilco. :H

Everything about SCI was amazoid too. I don't even remember what song it was, but they had this Middle Eastern/Appalachian feel going on with the fiddle, fuck, Kang.. Wow. I met some really amazing people at the Cheese show that I spent the rest of Roo with, too. I definitely danced with an oversized blue Grateful Dead bear too. Aaaaahaha. K-Dub Incident?! Good grief. YES.

Made the MOST amazing drum with Stan/Russ/Chip - the coolest drumming folk ever - the first drum made at Roo /07, actually.

And I met Marc next to the Sonic Stage on Sunday. As in Olhippie54/Marc. :H


I've been wallowing in my own misery since we left Kentucky this afternoon.

I miss Kentucky a whole fucking lot. Roo, yeah. Tennessee, not so much.

But Kentucky... Oh, Kentucky...

 

I waited for you there till 4 or 5pm... Actually, I pretty much walked in a circle around the fountain for a couple hours, then wandered around the solar and sonic stages, looking for you. I remember getting tired of standing in the same spots and then assumed something 1) ridiculous happened, 2) you hadn't got there yet 3) you got distracted along the way... then I had the slight feeling that I had been stood up/blown off (well, I never have been before, actually), but I really didn't think you would do something like that, ahah.

I was trying to explain to you when we were in Wal-Mart that, probably, the only way would be to follow near y'all or me in the morning or meet up beforehand or something, which is why I was just like "okay, I'll just be here at wal-mart"

Actually, I got pretty dehydrated from just sitting there in the sun waiting for y'all, as the water was still shut off, and I passed out under This Tent, before the music came on. Everyone was frustrated and I just stood there talking to the guys working on it and waiting for parts, etc. When I went to This Tent, I was right by the front right column of the stage, passed out on the grass, till 5pm or so, by these other people, with my Martin hat on my face, facing the back of the tent. I really can't see how you couldn't have seen me. I'd been at the shroom since the gates opened at 12.. then went right to the lalaland CD tent and the make-a-drum. After that, I just got tired of waiting around, so I went back to my tent and passed out... as I didn't sleep at Wal-Mart, hadn't slept but four hours in two days and had three beers by then, but I really hoped I'd at least get to chill with y'all in non-wal-martistic out-of-element fashion. God, did I do some dancing before the festival even really started... ahaha. I was groovin at the sonic stage. Who has my cosmic brownies??! lmao..

I did, however, do an interview for Channel 2 News, in Nashville... and we had a bigass parking lot jam till 5am, involving a half dozen djembes and myself on guitar. At one point there was up to 20 people jamming, and I met this dude, B, who was friggin ridiculous on the djembe.

Agh. How can you not love the WMDs. Kiwi and the Apricot was friggin amazing, and he did some pretty good songs, but I did wish he played I Wanna Jump Your Bones... because that song is just righteous and he wrote it for Emily. His Emily/Ella songs are generally my favorites. Psh, I've already seen them three times... they really sucked the first time, but they really grew on me. To be honest, I get sick of them sometimes, but they generally make up for it by the end of a show. God, the fucking soundcheck. I was actually in the front row of The Other Stage, for Xavier and Keller, hoping that'd be the easiest place to be found by you. I was also on the back left, beneath the tree, for Hot Tuna, hoping the same. I ended up starting chants of "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... Noooooooo.... yeahhhhh...nooo..." and doing the whole "Rabble, rabble, rabble!!!!!" deal, which finally got Keller to get over his monitor volumes and just friggin play. I also did a loudddd "YAH MON!!!!!!" and then he started going into Ninja of Love/the whole rasta sounding deal like he does with dogs. He was just being Keller. At first, I even thought that whole thing with the soundcheck was staged. He'll do stuff like that, sometimes.

wtf. What time were you at the sonic stage. I didn't see Marc. That was the last place I went to... I saw Jonah Smith there and such. I also went to Bonnarouge and talked to the dudes from SNZ, once they were done jamming. TLGs set was pretty acoustified... they had some nice backstage tracks on radio bonnaroo, the next morning.

I can't believe SCI will never do that again. I don't even know what to say to that. Makes me feel like I'm about to swallow my heart. I really don't care what anyone says. It's being that I grew up with them moreso than I did any other jam band of sorts. They're my dead/phish, even though I'd been there for phish... but I'd only seen Ph six or so times.

And yeah, Micha... one of the dudes was Evan, I think. I do remember that name. I know one was really big into Tool and such, and they were our age... I can't remember what he was driving. It may have been a silverish car, but that could have been the people next to us. They slept a lot, ahah. I had some other neighbors who were huge Phishheads. They were always playing some insane track from '94-'95 or so. They had friggin awesome taste. My other neighbors were from Key West.

Agh, meggo I knew you'd like seeing Wilco live. I remember mentioning them and alt-country, a few weeks ago, and you were like "No"... and all of that business. A lot of people were giving Jeff Tweedy rave reviews. I think that it was a really graceful set. They'd played the Norva before, but the formats at Bonnaroo and how people deliver things or get their points across are so different. I really want to go back next year or perhaps do different fests.

AHAHA... and did you see the bigass scooby doo and the happy face beachballs during keller? I had so much shit being thrown atop me, like that, but it was grand.

Agh, you didn't catch Franti, did you? He was..,pkojgedogeaojgreajwrj...omg. I cannot begin. Ahah. That was my first Michael Franti show... I'd been meaning to catch him and spearhead for years now, and the vibe was just incredible. I can't even begin to explain--you had to be there.

I also wish I could have met Marc.

I think Tennessee is rather grungy and dingy compared to parts of Kentucky and Virginia. Tennessee correlates a little moreso with West Virginia, to me, only with a twist of Alabama and Georgia in the mix, at least in that part.


And, about the Keller shirt... is it the brown one or what? Aha, it kinda sucked that they just had one merchandise tent. Keller usually has a wider selection of shirts and bumper stickers. Next time, find Scott (the old dude with the beard who is always chilling around Keller). He has the good shit. Andrew (guitar tech) has the good shit too. He pretty much hooked half the front row up with set lists and goodness to take home.

I also forgot to ask, where were you camped out? I was all the way out on Woodland Ave. (towards the red +2 balloon/unlit white balloon), where the raised platform/footbridge connects that to centeroo. I wasn't that far from What Stage. If you see Camp Q on your map, (and all the other James Bond related names), I was back in that corner... My first night, I totally got lost and walked to I-24/Bushy Branch Rd, then got back to my tent around 5am or so.

I also got lost on shakedown street, which was pretty friggin awesome, considering I got lost trying to find shakedown street and go back.

Please tell me you totally ignored Damien Rice and saw Xavier like all the cool kids did. The energy at Xavier's concert damn near blew my face off... ahah "blow that shit"... I would gladly substitute the blower's daughter for getting blown by a didge.

 

Yeah I checked out Rudd. I was so damn hot though, that I couldn't enjoy myself.

Gettin a camelback next year for goddamn sure.

Rudd was really electric-y...

Brown/yella shirt - yes. I love it.

I was in Camp Q...

Way the hell down at the end on the left turn, really quiet. Woodsy. Nice.


Franti didn't do it for me...

Old Crow, however...

omfg. I got some of those rope sandals, because my feet were COVERED in blisters, from dancing... Not to mention my hands, from making my Ashiko.. Anyhow, those fuckers are so comfy. hahahah I hope you got yerself a pair. Did you make a drum? And if so, didn't you love Russ and Stan?

I saw Marc at like... I dunno, 2ish, 2 30ish... just after Jon Butler. He kicked ass.
But not as much as Wilco did... they made my ears pop ahhaha. For a good 30 minutes.

AHha what's the best thing you heard at bonnaroo?

Outside of BONNA-ROOOOOOOOOOO, over and over...

I heard this chick on the first night...

Girl: "Aw.. If only I could find my weed..."

Her Friend: "But you smoked it all, already."

Girl: "I know... "

It was one of the funniest/saddest things ever.aaaaahah.

and then these guys walkin down First Ave "Man, you can't run me over with your car! I'm not even real right now! "

ahHHAH

And then on Sunday, this chick walked by me and was like "I could just bake cakes and give head all day. ALL day. "

Fuckin love roo.

 

I also saw a guy walking his cat on a leash. How he got the cat in there in the first place, it's beyond me.

 

"I assume you're all on the marijuana and the LSD. You're all under arrest."

nehehhahaha Tool.

 

AAHAHHA.... AHSFHASGHwsih... holy shit. I kept hearing this guy yelling "I put out free of charge" in camp Q, then he started yelling something about no STDs. He was drunk... then every now and then this guy would yell "I LOVE ACID!!!!" then I'd go "CORNCAT!!!!!!" or "Baba O'Reilly!!!!" or "Ali Baba!!!" etc. AHAH.. at one point, I was just trying to make statements sound the same, syllably, and trip him out... so I started yelling "I'm from alabama!!!" after an "Ali BABA!!!!!!".. finally, the guy found my tent and came over with a bigass bubbler/bong deal.

The big thing for me was, everytime I walked down First Ave. and such, I'd start offering people shit like tennis balls, only I'd try to sell it to them in a Borat-fashion. I sold glowsticks for $2 a piece and rolling papers (I brought two boxes) for $5 a pack... I actually made back the money I spent wal-mart, plus the sandals and etc. I didn't get a drum, though, now I regret it. I almost bought a Deering Goodtime banjo from this guy for $150.

I think the weirdest thing was probably the one chick that kept trying to come onto me during Tool's set...

Ahha... I was hoping you'd be able to find my Jetta, because of all the stickers, virginia tags, and ridiculousness on it, tiki man in the back windshield. I got into roo around 7am on Friday, hoping you'd be in the same camp. I actually wandered around a camp and did see a black Jetta at one point... actually, two around that camp, but they weren't from Ontario.

Did you get yourself a Nomadic State of Mind sticker? You mean the sandals from those folks? I got myself a pair of those, but I'm not sure if that's the same booth. There were a few others selling rope sandals, that I saw, but they had the best ones. I have that sticker, and if you saw the "My Grass Is Blue" sticker from Yee-Haw industries, I also put one of those on my car.

I was also at the left corner/turn... at the back of the woods. Did you see the ford ranger with the "dixie recycling pays off" and "be green", "downtown is memphis" or the green Toyota Sequoia from Virginia?

Also, did you see that spray painted car with "Furthur" and stuff painted on it and the guys with dreads, with the tarp? I was chilling with those guys at wal-mart.

You also probably walked by me at the "Nomad Supply" booth, down at the enterance end... I was helping those guys out and volunteering, every now and then, when I was around camp. We also had a communal soup pot... actually, it was more of a spaghetti and hummus/pita pot. But we made food for everyone who didn't have it and I ended up giving about a quarter of my bottled water away... but I made people vow to refill and recycle them if I gave one to them, lmao.


And meggo, I'm going to see Old Crow again tomorrow night. http://thenorva.com/schedule.php

Haha, I was really hoping you would have had time to seen them at the norva, but for some reason, I didn't think I'd see you... I don't think I've ever strayed too far, wrongfully, from my intuition, though.

Holy shit, Bonnaroo '08 here I come.

 

LMFAO.. did you see the guy in camp Moneypenny with the spider monkey?

I can understand the cat, but... that is beyond me.

 

Nah I didn't see any of that shit.

Cocaine Habit is amazing. Wagon Wheel, I Hear Them All, My Good Girl, Down Home Girl(obviously) are all amazoid too.

And omfg New Virginia Creeper. I LOOOOOOOVE.

Yeah I got my ropes at Nomadic State of Mind. The sticker is now on my mom's bumper, along with one from the CD place next to Sonic stage, and the Roo sticker, and the Old Crow one I gave her. I so wanted her to get the Darwin fish, but no... Have you seen it? It's like a Jesus Fish, except it says Darwin inside and it has legs and a tail and little smile on it's face AHhaha..

A spider monkey?

Tell me about corncat.

 

AHAHA awesome! was evan the one with a big ol curly fro... ahah that's awesome. he and trey are pretty cool.. the other people that i was told he went with are.....like..ehh

 

oh, and more rabid bonnaroo info ...

some crazy half-hick/half-hipster from roo, yesterday morning, he rolls down his window and lets out this HUGE yeehaw and has this huge grin on his face... and my mom and I are all "yeaaaaaaah woo hoo rabble rabble rabble bonnarooooooo" etc.

then the guy whips his peter out and still has the grin on his face.

wow

completely different reaction, my friends

 

Yeah, There was a dude with a bigggggggggasss curly brownish-reddish? fro with sunglasses. I kept spotting him, had a beer and got in a conversation with them. They were like "Lessard...lessard?!... did you say micha or michael? I don't know a michael, but uh..... what?" so I figured... ahah.. I was going to ask them about St. Amant, if they went to school there and such, but I was in the middle of fixing my tent and forgot.

Ahaha... when he walked by the first time I yelled "You like to get down, don't cha?! don't cha?!?! " But he didn't say anything. I think he was drinking at the time and carrying ice, so I didn't want to bother him. Then I started singing some James Brown... the fro is rather inspiring, in that sense. Send them my love, next time you see them. Love from George. Much George-love.

Awesomeness.

 

Uh... was he seated for that one or did he actually stand up?

Ahah.. I seen the darwin fish. I think some of those fish get nuts... like the darwin one eating the other one and vice versa... or the truth ones, etc. They all have little comebacks and such, lmao. Keep it simple, ya know, no matter what you believe. I guess that's why I'm not a scientologist.

Did you see the naked people on the What Stage lawn? They were all painted different colors... like red, green, etc. That was pretty nuts. One guy blended into the grass and I nearly tripped over him.

 

New VA Creeper is friggin amazing. I drove through so many forests full of creeper, on the way there. God, going out West makes me miss the Blue Ridge so much. That area of Tennessee almost feels like the Ozarks or something.... even moreso than it feels like the North Georgia hills. It just feels bizarre, till I get to Manchester/Nashville.

Ahah... yeah, the monkey--it was totally.. Bubbles. I don't know. Perhaps he was just pulling a Michael Jackson.

Corncat is just random shit us inforooers made up. If you yell "Corncat" you respond with "NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM"... you know, the cookie monster noise... There were people with "corncat" written on the side of their car, then corncat shirts and patches. But.. my favorite dude from Roo '07 was the ollllllld head selling the "Never smoke shitty weed" shirts on Shakedown, for $5. Ahaha, he kept going "Never smoke shitty weed... only $5, get cher Bonnnnna rooooooooooooooooooooooo shirts, this shirt will get you high..... cheap"

Corncat--official mating call of the inforooster. Oh yeah.

Haha, I always remember seeing that Explorer parked on the side of Woodland Ave. that said "Tennessee or Bust..." and "Follow me to Bonnaroo" on the back.

Oh shit, then there was this van covered in fake weed leaves and Phish stickers.

 

AHHA corncat! I want that

Psh. I saw naked people that weren't even painted up. I got pictures, even.

And the guy in the truck was sitting and sort of thrusted up. It was weird as shit...


AHAHAH I just uploaded some videos I took... I have two really great ones of these craaaaaaazy guys from CleanVibes that were dancing up a storm just before Kings of Leon went on.... It's just... fuckin a.