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Seeing those folks pushing the vehicles brings back a lot of memories. It was god awful, but at the same time, really neat watching thousands of folks help each other out of the mess. You'd see folks jump out of their car, push another car, and then when that car was freed, they'd jump out and help the folks who helped them...and so on...and so on. Really, really cool.
I can tell you that it rained so hard I couldnt see 10 feet in front of me, I was drunk with all these other people at the campsite and it was lightnin and thunderin and we were partyin. Good times.
Post by soulfetish on Feb 20, 2007 23:56:10 GMT -5
Ok, my story.
I was in the MMW crowd when the black skies opened up. I'd like to say I stayed there the whole time, but I bolted after 10 minutes or so. I'm not quite sure where I went, but I do remember lying under the ice truck behind the General Store tent (outside Centeroo) for almost an hour. The sky when the sun set was amazing. I'll never forget it.
Monday morning, I slept in my car until 7 a.m. I was determined to get off the farm early. I was in BFE, over the bridge, through the woods, lower righthand corner of the farm. So I get onto the road, and it is surprisingly clear. 10 minutes later, I'm on the main road, right about where the Inforoo group camped last year, and decided I had to pull off to say goodbye to some folks.
Huge mistake.
I saw it happen in slow motion. I took a left and drove directly into a large pit of mud. I screamed, "FUCK!!!" as I realized that this wasn't firm ground I was driving onto. Sure enough, my front tires were in deep. I got out, and had the bright idea of brute-forcing my car out of that hole. I opened the door, put my shoulder into the frame, and pushed with all my might.
10 seconds later, my back went BANG, and I couldn't breathe. I felt like I had been shot. I slumped into my front seat and fought to recatch my breath. After about a minute, I could breath, but slightly. I hobbled my way to the med tent, but they didn't have shit for me, and told me to bugger off after they determined I had not broken my back.
I went back to my car, and just sat there. My friends had already bolted the farm, I couldn't get the job done on my own, and I thought I didn't have the cash to pay one of the locals on tractors. In fact, I was POSITIVE that I didn't have the 30 bucks the dude was asking for. In a desperate, last ditch search for funds, I mysteriously came up with $25 dollars in my glovebox, money that I know for a FACT wasn't there when I arrived.
But I wasn't about to ask any questions. I paid the man, and at 2 p.m., I finally got onto I-24.
Post by chicagorooer on Feb 21, 2007 0:43:30 GMT -5
Great thread thanks for the memories!!! walking to the primus set pitch black out. it seemed like a war zone. Huge craters that looked like bombs had been dropped. My buddy had on white shorts and blue and white shirt. HHAHA he also had on flip flops. He stepped in one of these craters and all I heard was f%ck. He also had beer in his hand and fell flat on his face in the mudd. At first he was pissed but when he saw I was laughing so hard I was crying and could barely stand up. He laughed and was a good sport about it.....He was my mud buddy for the night!!!!
my friends and i were watching gov't mule, i think, when the clouds started creeping up behind us. we had a "waterproof" blanket, so when it started pouring there were about 6 of us huddled under the blanket with our butts sticking out. needless to say, it didn't really do any good.
i woke up monday morning to the sound of mud getting slung onto our tent and hearing cows mooing and cars revving up. i stepped outside to see what was going on and we were one of the only tents left. we also had tire marks about 6 inches from the tent, so i stayed outside the tent for the rest of the morning.
i went with 2 pair of flip flops and came back with one single flip flop. barefoot was the way to go.
oh and then we ran the truck into a pole that was wrapped with barbed wire. that wasn't very pretty.and it was my friend's dad's truck.
i was a big fan of the huge pile of shoes in centeroo. the booth that sold crocs had so many shoes in front of it that people abandoned to wear crocs. bonnaroo was wearing crocs before crocs were cool.
no big interesting things.... just stuff off the top of my head.
Post by oatmealschnappz on Feb 21, 2007 1:39:36 GMT -5
Here's mine:
My gf and I were walking down ShakeDown when this guy, riding a motorized scooter, came by pointing franticly at the sky and yelling "Tornado!" . While there was never a tornado or anything, the sky did look nasty as hell! We got into Centeroo just as it started raining and since it seemed like it was going to be a rough one, I decided to eat everything I had. I figured that if this is how my first Bonnaroo experience was going to be, I really wanted it to be "something else"! Dig? I had planned to tough-it-out and just walk around Centeroo, experiencing the "full effect" of the evening. The rain reached it's near-biblical peak about the same time I did, so we ran for the cover of the T-shirt tent. After getting a little weirded-out by just standing there, shoulder-to-chin, cowering in a somewhat defeatest vibe (in my head, i'm sure. no offense to anyone else), we decided to head for the cinema tent(where we could at least sit-down as we kept dry). Because of my own personal mindset, I actually forgot all about the torrential downpour, hearing it only as another background layer shortly after the "South Park" movie started. The movie was better than it ever had been before....or since! After the entire tent's floor was saturated (during "Almost Famous", I think) and the rain slacked-off a little, we decided to head for camp to change into some dry clothes. Once we got back to our tent, we just happen to notice that it had been demolished by the wind and rain and fire and brimstone and such! Not only was our tent now out of the question but, all of my spare clothes (I left them in the tent) were soaked and muddy as hell! We decided to spend some time in the car, so that we could warm-up, chill-out, dry-off, come-down and smoke-out. The next morning, I realized that I had missed Primus....AGAIN! DOUBLE DAMN!
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2007 1:41:51 GMT -5 by oatmealschnappz - Back to Top
Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, but my back's not to the wall Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, but the days just aren't that long So if I settle back and chill will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the Story of the World!
Post by giant shroom on Feb 21, 2007 11:32:42 GMT -5
headinlot said:
Does anybody remember the huge mud puddle/pond in front of the arch with all the wood chips floating in it.
LOL... BEST BOOBY TRAP EVER. We watched people step on that for 20 minutes. The floating chips were so thick that they did not appear to be floating and sure as shit one person from each group would not pay attention, think they were stepping on chips and end up knee deep in water.
Post by giant shroom on Feb 21, 2007 11:35:34 GMT -5
trippindaisy said:
Wow I had no idea it was that bad. Those are great pictures. I am just glad I have 4 wheel drive...........
We had a leased Pacifica at the time and the AWD got us through some nuts that I didn't think it could, 6-8" deep PUDDING and ruts that made the "frame" rub... I was allso a counselor at Camp Jeep for a few years so knew to hit it with speed. Since it was leased, we did not fear f'ing it up.
Post by sawgrass17 on Feb 21, 2007 11:40:54 GMT -5
oh man what a year! I remember the Dead show, I believe there was a lightning delay or something of the sort. The Dead that night also had a piece of the Cosmos also!
Post by giant shroom on Feb 21, 2007 11:48:06 GMT -5
sawgrass17 said:
oh man what a year! I remember the Dead show, I believe there was a lightning delay or something of the sort. The Dead that night also had a piece of the Cosmos also!
Shine On You Crazy Diamond...
Help > Slip > Franklins Tower...
Close it out with Box of Rain.... Killer show for the few who came out.
Post by stallion pt. 2 on Feb 21, 2007 11:49:30 GMT -5
The Dead's set was delayed a bit, which DID delay Primus as well. I spent most of that night at Ween's tent getting a good spot, so I stayed relativlty dry. I remember breaking away to see if Primus had gone on and seeing that huge crowd standing in the mud waiting patiently while the Dead could be heard on the main stage, playing far later than any other headliner has. I returned to Ween after wandering around a bit in the mud trying to find Robert Randolph or Tokyo Ska (I was more than a little out of it). After Ween I was glad to be able to catch the last half of Primus' set , including Adrian Belew. After Primus my friends and I left Centeroo by the wrong exit and ended up wandering across the campsites in the mud until dawn. The funny thing is we were in tent only camping, which in 04 was where VIP is now, like a 5-min. walk from Centeroo. My tent held up fine, and all my stuff stayed nice and dry, but my friends' tents weren't all-weather and their stuff got soaked. I recall the rain being even worse the next day, and we missed some of Material's set because of it.
John: We don't even understand our own music Spider: It doesn't, does it matter whether we understand it? At least it'll give us . . . strength John: I know but maybe we could get into it more if we understood it
One of the funniest things we saw that year was the wood chips under the arch.
They were so thick that it didn't LOOK like they were floating.
I can remember at one point we were standing around with quite a large crowd, just watching and waiting for people to walk past.
I swear it was like every thirty seconds, someone would walk past and not realize that the chips were floating and step right into the puddle about knee deep. Then the whole crowd would start cheering and clapping.
It was too funny, some people would go down when they stepped in it. most people were pretty good sports and woule laugh it off, but some of them got down right pissed and then ogt worse when everyone started laughing....
I also remember wrapping plastic wal-mart bags around my feet, then putting my shoes on.
It kept my feet dry from the elements, but the sweat was awful!!
Post by ellisintransit on Feb 21, 2007 14:08:29 GMT -5
Oh geezly......I stayed at my Aunt's house in Manchester which was right down the road. When the shit hit after My Morning Jacket, we hit the road and headed to the house so we could dry out and whatnot. We came back to catch Primus and Ween in the late night. That year day parking was on the other side of Bushy Branch from Shakedown, so it wasn't a long walk. I will NEVER forget the feeling of getting out of the car, feeling GOOD and out of my mind...and walking in to that madness. We got to the arch and I had to watch that show for a little while. It was quite an optical illusion seeing the woodchips and then finding out it was DEEP water and muck.
For the rest of the night, as I walked through the ruts and mudholes of Centeroo, I kept imagining it as being a huge field of chocolate pudding. Everytime I looked down I would imagine a huge farm-shaped bowl filled with people and chocolate pudding. Haha. It may not sound funny the way I explain, but it makes me laugh everytime I think about it. It was one big damn mess, and watching people try to keep clean was hilarious. The people who learned to embrace the elements were having a good time, and all the people who wanted to keep clean just looked pissed. I also enjoyed the random comments as people would pass by. Hearing this one chick say , "BonnaGOO", sort of a little understated, cracked me up big time.
Coincidentally, I'm listening to the Secret Machines set from '05 right now. I was in the same state for that show too (being the "fun guy" that I am...hehe), and from the rain accumulation, there was a little puddle in the tent when people started to fill the tent. By half way through the show the puddle had grown from about 5 feet wide and a few inches deep to probably six yards wide and ankle/shin deep. I watched from near the back as the crowd slowly was pushed forward or to the side by this growing puddle. Then people started coming in from the headliner...and it got awesome. The people who hadn't been in the tent when the lights were up and were just showing up in all states of mind would run into the tent like bugs drawn to light. There were AWESOME lights and sounds for that show, which didn't help that matter. Anyway, people were focusing on the stage and the awesomeness of the show, and every few minutes someone would step right in the middle of that puddle. Most would just continue along their way, but a few people got absolutely pissed, which just made it funnier. There was a time or two when it was hard to focus on the show because watching people fall into the muck was just hilarious.
Not that I get off on the misfortunes of others, but c'mon, if it's raining at Bonnaroo, embrace that shit. Dear jesus I can't wait for this year. Hehe.
The Galactic show in the rain is one of the best shows I ever saw at bonnaroo. So glad I didn't stay at the tent with my buddy...instead the people we were camped next to told me it would be an amazing time and it definatley was. I was also under the mist tent keeping dryer and eating a pizza slice that was a little too soaked.
Post by valiumsoup on Feb 21, 2007 17:19:29 GMT -5
we brought a big tarp in on sunday and before trey when it came down hard, we lifted the tarp over our heads and stayed 90 % dry under there. there was enough room for other crews to fit under the tarp and while it poured there was like 14 kids under a tarp smoking bowls and introducing themselves/and their home states as the little improptu party under the tarp began.
But it wasnt all good, the night before, my friend and I had secured the rail during Winwood, but after Steves set, the event staff kept dumping the water that collected 80 ft up in the tarp that covered the stage- and that water would come down in buckets on the first few rows of fans. the water was like 40 degrees freezing too. We went from obsene heat during Los Lobos to fridgid water and dark skies after Winwoods set. My friends was shivering and with blue lips told me he couldnt hang to see the dead with me and bailed. i started to beg him to stay, as i wanted to see the dead with my old friend who loves them as much as I do. But one look at him and I knew he needed shelter. I stayed at the dead and it was worth it.
