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I know threads exist on overall Roo moments, but I'd like to start a thread where you post your favorite stories of 09, festival itself, concerts, trip (traveling or otherwise) themed stories, and all.
Post by jayfiedler on Jun 27, 2009 21:44:25 GMT -5
I flew in to meet my friends after they totaled an SUV in the horrendous downpour on Wednesday night. Then we got a flat tire on the way back. All in all it took 4 cars to get from northern Ohio to Bonnaroo.
Post by groovy_uv802 on Jun 27, 2009 22:11:49 GMT -5
I had a friend who snuck into roo. Saturday morning we all got really drunk and they all got black out drunk. When he finally came to, he woke up in centeroo in the medical tent. They were asking him what drugs he was on, and he tried to tell he was just wasted on liquor. They didnt believe him, and so they asked his name to get some kinda truth out of him. He has an atypical name and they didnt believe that either. So you ran out of the medical tent as fast as he could
hahaha, thats true. i never found shakedown street. everything i wanted or needed or thought about found its way to my tent. My most memorable story is from when i completely passed out during The Mars Volta and faceplanted. next memory is getting carried out of the crowd to a more open spot. And also, the party favors there that i hadnt ever tried before... amazing times. girl talk was incredible when they were involved.
Post by myscatterheart on Jun 28, 2009 15:12:26 GMT -5
Everyone had left the farm, except for everyone who stuck around to do Clean Vibes...so it was a quiet night. But a dude comes bouncin into our ezup and tells us his name is Viking and what do we want our names to be. Choc full o epiphanies this kid was - I believe we settled on the name Samurai Sauce for me? Sounds kinky:)
in between snoop and phish this girl walks up to me and tells me that a chic next to her during snoops set went into labor and her water broke. i bet that makes the first baby born at roo.
Post by plasticpepper on Jun 28, 2009 20:20:22 GMT -5
Wowww! I wonder if the kid was really born at Roo or if she went to the hospital. If the kiddo was born at Roo you know that's gonna be one awesome kid!
Post by bamadancer on Jun 28, 2009 21:13:34 GMT -5
- Sleeping in the Walmart parking lot Tuesday night (not intentional...vol check in sucked) and waiting 5 hours in line with some really awesome people the next day while we waited to get out wristbands. We played awesome "add a sentence" games and chatted about how vibrators were illegal in AL
- Getting stuck in the NASTY thunderstorm thursday afternoon while trying to walk to walmart!
- Sunday morning, about 6 AM, finally turning in from a night of raging, we walk past this completely spun looking hippie who has a blanket over his head...and he says to us in the most dejected voice ever, "I think I got Bonnaraped."
- The same morning, my b/f was carrying a tube of bubble stuff...some random guy ran up to him race-style, took the bubbles, and ran up to the next group of people trying to "hand off the baton"...he never had any success, but we were VERY amused.
- BUSAROO in volunteer camping Wednesday night...but you really had to be there to know
i just found this on fmylife.com, possibly from bonnaroo lol
Today, I called my Dad to wish him happy birthday. The phone was disconnected, so I called my sister to see what his cell was. She then informed me that our Dad was in jail for selling shrooms to teenagers at a music festival out of state. FML
Nothing abnormally weird, just kind of a karmic thank-you note. We arrived at our camping spot on Thursday at 5:00 PM. A guy pulls in next to us driving by himself in a small sedan. We greet each other. He says he's here to see Phish, and he's going to meet some friends. So, away he goes. We don't see him again for almost the entire festival.
All during the festival my son and his friend are using the car to charge their ipods and cellphones. They neglect to run the car to recharge the battery. Monday morning comes, we start to pack, and I try to start the car... The car makes 2 or 3 agonizingly slow attempts to turn over, then dies. I scold the kids for making the classic idiot mistake at Roo. I try the car again... It's dead.
We don't have jumper cables, so the kids trudge off to find another friend of ours with cables and a jump. In the meantime I open the hood to signal I need a jump. Waiting for a jump, I direct traffic to the only circuitous exit from our camping area. Everyone is very thankful, but no one is able to give me a jump.
About an hour goes by. The kids have not returned. Increasing numbers of people are leaving, and I'm stuck with my hood open. I say to myself, "what the hell," and turn the ignition key. The car starts without hesitation! Having the hood open allowed the sun to warm the battery and increase the charge! With the car humming reassuringly, I tune in Radio Bonnaroo.
After about 10 minutes, with the seat reclined and grooving to good tunes, the car battery recharging, the neighbor shows up. Hadn't seen him since his arrival. We talk about how we enjoyed the festival, while he's downing a beers. Although in good spirits, the festival had taken its toll on him and his neural circuits were obviously jumbled. He got into his car, turned the key... Nothing. His car is cold stone dead.
He rises up out of his car and asks me for a jump. "Do you have cables?" I ask him... "Yeah," he says. I don't even have to move my car since we're parked side-by-side. His car is so dead, it takes 10 or 15 minutes to charge his battery enough to start his car. We get his car started and he's happy as a clam; showering me with good karmic graces.
As we talk, another neighbor approaches from 2 rows behind us. His van needs a jump. I offer to use my car, and my neighbor offers the use of his cables, and we get the van started. We are offered all the beer we want. I take one just to be neighborly. As we unhook the cables, my friend and the kids show up! Four carloads of people begin the journey home in the best of spirits.
Lost my wallet 2 times. One time in the porta potties with $500 and found it. The 2nd time I really dont remember a thing...I went to the lost and found cru and there it was!
First: Upon arriving on Wednesday night we get parked in BFE and strike up convo with some really cool guys and gals from Penn. Being that it's their first ROO, we tell them about tent only and they decide to follow and camp with us the next day. Half of them follow us down the in the morning to set up, however, the first group of them only brought the tent and the second group had the fly. Needless to say, the second group didn't make it in time to put the fly on before the rain and they were left with a kiddie pool for a tent. Regardless, good laughs and beers were shared by all in the aftermath.
Second: On Thursday, mid afternoon, after the first rains of the day, a female got WAYYYYY too quacked for her own good. It started with her stripping stark birthday on the road in front of the "johns" and screaming about who would take advantage of her. It then quickly escalated into her demolishing one tent with a running leap and then climbing to the top of another elaborate multi-tarp bonnashelter while screaming aloud, "WHERE IS MY MOTHER?" After taking a nosedive into her ?boyfriend's? arms, she then tried climbing over multiple people's camps and setups to get to aforementioned ?boyfriend? before finally taking a nap. Thankfully I brought plenty of duct tape, zip-ties, and rope to share with the neighbors.
my buddy chan brought a blow up doll and he walked with it attached to his backpack all day, we named it molly. we had written 10 min 5 dollars on her stomach. we met so many people and took tons of pictures. after much excitement we stuck glowticks in her puss, and sent her crowd surfing at mgmt. she was gone for awhile after making her way to the front, then re-emerged crowd surfing during kids! it had me laughing for hours.
"I never bought into the Native American mythology. You can smoke a peace pipe 'til your dick falls off, but I'm not dancin' with any fuckin' wolves no matter how high I get. Not that I get high, but if I did, my shit would still believe in our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ." -kenny powers
Lost my wallet 2 times. One time in the porta potties with $500 and found it. The 2nd time I really dont remember a thing...I went to the lost and found cru and there it was!
I lost my wallet on Saturday... I had just gotten through watching The Mars Volta and Craig, AdAM, Oscar, Niqui and I were chilling at Which Stage enjoying the more expanded aspects of consciousness... about two hours in, Craig and I go to the water station to fill up.
I get my Camel Back out and start filling it up, as I'm doing this, I notice that my entire bag is getting wet, so I took my wallet out and laid it on top of my bookbag. People behind me were impatient, so I moved out of the way and left with Craig.
About 15 minutes go by and I start to get hungry, so I dig for my wallet... can't find it, so I go back to the water fountains and look around. By this time it's way too dark to see anything.
Then these two guys walk out of the Silent Disco with these lights on their heads. I say "can I use those things on your heads to help me out?" So these guys start looking around and sure enough, there it is on the ground, all the money in it still.
I would like to thank those guys once again, as my weekend would have been really affected by that.
Not necessarily a 'good karma' story, but on Saturday night my best friend and I had just gotten off the ferris wheel when we happened upon a piece of art on the ground. It was a star (maybe) formed out of crushed beer cans. We grabbed hands and frolicked across, giggling the entire time. Acting like kids = win. An epic moment out of our amazing weekend
My favorite was Saturday night/Sunday morning. We were camped waaayyy out in BFE and trying to find our way back around 6 am...we stumbled upon a campsite dance party. Watching my crew try out hooping, I met a kid (Colin was awesome!) that had a slap bracelet. I wanted it, so I offered to trade him an Xbox keychain I got earlier in the day. There's nothing that feels better than being 22 years old and saying, "I'll trade you this keychain for that slap bracelet," out loud and having it make sense.
Not necessarily a 'good karma' story, but on Saturday night my best friend and I had just gotten off the ferris wheel when we happened upon a piece of art on the ground. It was a star (maybe) formed out of crushed beer cans. We grabbed hands and frolicked across, giggling the entire time. Acting like kids = win. An epic moment out of our amazing weekend
I saw the artist putting this together. I just had to stop for a minute and watch. Very cool.
This was very simple and not extraordinary, but as my friend and I hauled our shit from Thunderlips to tent-only, we had people spontaneously offer to help carry our stuff. In the real world this just doesn't happen very often. Huge happy warm fuzzy karma to those brothers who helped us in our time of need!
Post by dontthinkfly on Jul 9, 2009 18:10:18 GMT -5
before i went to bonnaroo but i can't quite remember, well i remember the morning i left i had $6 in my pocket. i had just found it there, and was uber excited about it! obviously, $6.woo!
i'm pretty sure i spent it, but somehow, $6 kept appearing in my pocket. at bonnaroo, i consistently had that $6 in my pocket, i'd forget about it, remember and (i think) i spent it, but every time there would be another $6 in my pocket I'd get surprised by whenever i remembered... i had pockets, i guess.
Anyways, washed the shorts i wore at roo all weekend, haven't looked at em really, i was packing em up for the weekend and guess what i find. $6!!!!
Its just super weird i keep finding that damn $6 in my pocket. Weird thing is, it started freakin me out at roo and I made a point to spend it. I have no freaking idea how this $6 keeps appearing in my pocket.
It's like, the $6 that never ends.
it's not realy a bonnaroo story, but... ITS CRAZY. and i wanted to share.
(i have lots of thoughts about great stories that typing wont do them justice... even saying it doesnt do it justice.)
before i went to bonnaroo but i can't quite remember, well i remember the morning i left i had $6 in my pocket. i had just found it there, and was uber excited about it! obviously, $6.woo!
i'm pretty sure i spent it, but somehow, $6 kept appearing in my pocket. at bonnaroo, i consistently had that $6 in my pocket, i'd forget about it, remember and (i think) i spent it, but every time there would be another $6 in my pocket I'd get surprised by whenever i remembered... i had pockets, i guess.
Anyways, washed the shorts i wore at roo all weekend, haven't looked at em really, i was packing em up for the weekend and guess what i find. $6!!!!
Its just super weird i keep finding that damn $6 in my pocket. Weird thing is, it started freakin me out at roo and I made a point to spend it. I have no freaking idea how this $6 keeps appearing in my pocket.
It's like, the $6 that never ends.
it's not realy a bonnaroo story, but... ITS CRAZY. and i wanted to share.
(i have lots of thoughts about great stories that typing wont do them justice... even saying it doesnt do it justice.)
That's a good story. I've had similar experiences. +1
before i went to bonnaroo but i can't quite remember, well i remember the morning i left i had $6 in my pocket. i had just found it there, and was uber excited about it! obviously, $6.woo!
i'm pretty sure i spent it, but somehow, $6 kept appearing in my pocket. at bonnaroo, i consistently had that $6 in my pocket, i'd forget about it, remember and (i think) i spent it, but every time there would be another $6 in my pocket I'd get surprised by whenever i remembered... i had pockets, i guess.
Anyways, washed the shorts i wore at roo all weekend, haven't looked at em really, i was packing em up for the weekend and guess what i find. $6!!!!
Its just super weird i keep finding that damn $6 in my pocket. Weird thing is, it started freakin me out at roo and I made a point to spend it. I have no freaking idea how this $6 keeps appearing in my pocket.
It's like, the $6 that never ends.
it's not realy a bonnaroo story, but... ITS CRAZY. and i wanted to share.
(i have lots of thoughts about great stories that typing wont do them justice... even saying it doesnt do it justice.)
damn, you got the magic pants my dad always talked about growing up....where did you get them?
My crew split up sunday afternoon. 2 people went in to the pit to see Snoop and me and my buddy i went with last year and I went to Band Of Horses. Around the last song of their set one of them SOMEHOW finds us towards the front of Which Stage to tell us our other friend blacked out at Snoop and was likely at the medical tent.
We went back to camp to get my iphone to find out he was at the abandoned Which Stage looking for us. Long story short the two band of horses guys danced all night to phish while the snoopers slept through it.
-When I Hear My Name -Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground -Blue Orchid -Passive Manipulation -Red Rain -Death Letter -My Doorbell -Hotel Yorba -Same Boy You've Always Known -Lovesick -Little Ghost -We're Going to Be Friends -The Hardest Button to Button -Black Math -The Nurse -I Just Don't Know What to Do With Myself
Encore: -Ball and Biscuit -Seven Nation Army -Screwdriver
Post by pondo ROCKS on Jul 20, 2009 0:31:16 GMT -5
Best Roo story of 09...
The story of our good friend Enemy and how he (along with his Borat outfit) stole the show from everyone at Bonnaroo. The man was amazing and despite tragedy, will go down in the annals of history.
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Post by Laggy.RETURNS on Jul 24, 2009 11:29:48 GMT -5
2 stories. Both Occured during Nine Inch Nails:
1.) First one needs some background. Ok, so years ago I bought a wallet that says 'Bad Mother F**ker' on it (if you don't get the Pulp Fiction referece, then shame on you)
So during NIN I lost my wallet in the crowd (possibly stolen) I pulled out my flashlight and started searching the ground. A kid near me asks me 'What are you looking for' 'My Wallet' I reply. 'Which one is it?' he then asks. Then I got to utter the line I've been waiting to use since I bought that wallet. 'It's the one that says bad mother f**cker on it!'
He laughs and says, 'Oh, I get it.. from pulp fiction... but seriously..' I tell him I'm serious. He pulls out a plaid grey wallet. 'Nope' Then a kid standing next to him pulls out a wallet "yeah I think this one says 'Bad Mother F**cker on it' Win.
Unfortunately my money was gone. But I was just glad to have my wallet back, so I at least had my credit cards and whatnot. And I finally got to use that line.
2.) During NIN Trent threw his tambourine and it lands right in front of me. Me and 2 other guys grabbed it. We had a tug-of-war for a while. One of them let go. Then it was just me (a little scrawny kid) and a pretty beefy, muscular guy. At this point I can feel the little metal jingle digging into my flesh. I knew there was no way, so I conceded it to him. After I let go, 2 or 3 other DOUCHEBAGS jump in and try and yank it out of his hands. There was no way ANYONE but me or this guy was gonna get this tambourine. So I told him "I'm gonna pry their hands off, then you need to run!" So I did. And he did.
So I post this story on the NIN message board under the bonnaroo topic. and I get this reply:
"I suppose I am the 'beefy muscular guy' you are talking about but you are too kind in your description. I would go more with 'balding over the hill guy' but your account is appreciated.
I must say that you are a gentleman in every which way. When Trent threw that tambourine and it came toward us, I knew that if I got my hands on it that only an amputation would have lessened my grip. I have been telling the story in much the same way as I just read here, and I have ALWAYS heaped praise on you for helping me get the greatest souvenir I could possibly imagine.
I have been a NIN fan since my friends first dragged me to the Downward Spiral tour in 94 or so. I was blown away. I had seen the video for "Head Like a Hole" and had heard "Closer" but had no idea what to expect when I went. I left that show drained and with a new look on life. Over the years (as I am sure that so many can attest to) Trents music has gotten me through tough times in my life. I have been amazed at his dedication and how he pours his heart and soul into every note. I always said if Beethoven was alive today his music would sound eerily like Trents.
Anyway later that night (after walking back to the campsite minus one shoe that was lost in the brawl) as people filtered into camp I would tell the story over and over and I would say "there was this little hippie kid (sorry everyone looks like a hippie at my age) that said "I am going to pry their hands off and when I do you take it and get the fuck out of here." From what I remember you then threw yourself into the DOUCHEBAGS (as you described) and amazingly the thing popped free and I ran. I had to watch the last few songs from the back of the crowd but it was so worth it.
After they left the stage I finally found my wife (she loves NIN but cant do the pit with me) and still had the tambourine under my shirt. I showed her my foot with only a sock on it and how badly my hands were cut up from the metal. She thought I got my ass kicked (and in a way I did---but in a great way) Then I got to say to her.
"I got our son a souvenir. I cant wait to get home and give Trent this" (yes my son is named Trent). We both kinda were in tears because it was such a happy and sad moment. The fact that it was the last show that we were going to see and what a great present we could give to our son made it one of the most memorable nights of our lives.
I am forever in your debt. You are truly generous beyond your years."