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Kiss sucks, Gene Simmons is a giant tool and I hate their stupid faces.
There is a guy around Pittsburgh, he looks identical to Gene, dresses up like him, the whole works. He visits random public places around the area (Wal-Marts, the racetracks, gas station parking lots) and tries to get as many people as possible to ask him for autographs and fawn over him.
Is that the weirdest thing you've ever heard? I think he's been arrested for harassment and for loitering.
Kiss sucks, Gene Simmons is a giant tool and I hate their stupid faces.
There is a guy around Pittsburgh, he looks identical to Gene, dresses up like him, the whole works. He visits random public places around the area (Wal-Marts, the racetracks, gas station parking lots) and tries to get as many people as possible to ask him for autographs and fawn over him.
Is that the weirdest thing you've ever heard? I think he's been arrested for harassment and for loitering.
I'm sure I could think of a more pathetic existence, but it wouldn't be easy.
It's time for my "Kiss Story I've Told Already!"
When my father was in college (he went to SUNY Plattsburgh), they used to get a lot of concerts with bands making the trip from NYC/Boston to Montreal. They were the last stop in the States, so it was an easy way to make more money playing at a place you were going to stop over in anyway. My dad and his buddies found out ZZ Top was playing (this was early ZZ Top days, when they weren't that famous yet), so they all went to the bar early to get seats. This show coincided with nickel beer night, where all solo cups of beer were a nickel (*Homer Simpson drool*).
The crowd was there for a solid couple of hours before the opening act came on. No one had ever heard of them, but they had horrible, sh*t make-up that was running all over their faces, backyard firework pyrotechnics and they were terribly out of tune. After about 30 seconds the first half-full cup flew and hit the drum kit. Within a couple of seconds a waterfall of beer and solo cup was raining down on them as they scurried off stage, opening things up for ZZ Top to play a longer set and appease the drunkards. That band was KISS, and my dad & his friends booed/beer barraged them off the stage at a bar in Plattsburgh in the late 70s.