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Post by lesullivan27 on Jul 30, 2009 10:16:11 GMT -5
my boyfriend and i flew in and found a prime spot in tent only somehow, right on the road going from the arch to the ferris wheel entrance. we left for awhile after setting up our tent to explore and didnt come back til around 3. there was another couple setting up their stuff really close to the front of our tent, and since we had given up on setting up our sun shelter (thanks troo!) to go look around centeroo for awhile (we left it in pieces on the ground), we came back motivated to try and put it together. the couple next to us offered to help and with the effort of 4 people we had a sun shelter! we gave the couple our beers and chilled under it all night and ended up hanging out with them the entire weekend. they wanted to go to all the same shows as us, live an hour from us and it all worked out amazingly. ive hung out with the girl a bunch since roo, awesome experience.
Kid in front of the port a potties near the back of the 007 sites on saturday morning.....He looks up in amazment after staring at the ground for the entire time I was standing in line and says to the ground, "You're not a tiger you're a lily and you cant bite me."
I sort of have a 2 part story. Last year at Roo - I was 4 months pregnant with our first daughter. She kicked for the first time during Pearl Jam and it was an amazing moment for me. (I'm a bit obsessed with Eddie). This year - after getting home from the Roo - we find out that we conceived our 2nd child at Bonnaroo. It's just a magical place for myself, my husband, and babies I guess.
I like to view Bonnaroo in a similar way i view the show lost. Any child conceived at Roo is bound to have special powers. The rest of us are just like Jack and Locke, losers who think they have a great purpose because they stumbled upon the magical island of Bonnaroo. lol.
-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 Funkiknight on Aug 27, 2009 1:05:23 GMT -5
Ok, my neighbor was always on some liquid corn and morning conversations were always great. sitting around in fold up chairs after the morning stuff was stolen this was the conversation:
Neighbor: Oh quack your stuff was stolen, man I've got these nice boots in my tent. i should lock em in my car before i go to centeroo.
Us: aren't you going to be wearing them?
Neighbor: quack, yeah dude. fuck you just blew my mind
I have to say the best thing that happened to us this year was meeting our next tent neighbors. The guy was a traveling salesman and the girl was traveling from fest to fest with him basically avoiding the real world for the summer. The two of them reminded me why it's so important to slow down and smell the roses every now and then. The alternative is getting caught in the rat race until you're too old to remember where the time went. Frankly, the music and the no no (awww come on! be cool) I SAID NO! NO! word were really secondary to the fun we had with those two.
I like to view Bonnaroo in a similar way i view the show lost. Any child conceived at Roo is bound to have special powers. The rest of us are just like Jack and Locke, losers who think they have a great purpose because they stumbled upon the magical island of Bonnaroo. lol.
Yes!! I just started watching lost, I'm halfway through the third season, so great analogy!!
My best roo story is my worst...I told my BF to wake me up for moe or NIN (he wanted to see NIN, supposedly), but I slept till 4:00...needless to say I was bummed when I woke up--and pissed that he didn't wake me up, even though HE was awake, so I decided to give him the 3rd degree; little did I know that our neighbors (the ones camped w/us, not the strangers, unfortunately) had just gotten back, right before I woke up, and heard EVERYthing...the entire awful fight. The rest of the weekend was quite awkward w/them...
We camped next to these young guys who happened to live about 15 minutes from us. While sitting around one morning rehashing the previous nights events one of them told us of his ferris wheel ride. "Dude, I was totally freaking out because the ferris wheel was going to break and we were all going to fall, but then it was okay because I totally convinced myself that it wasn't really that high up and i'd be fine when I fell." That had me laughing pretty good in the morning.
My friend bought a couple hundred pairs of light refracting glasses, figuring they'd be fun to hand out at Phish (and to view our electric mushroom costumes with). It was so awesome seeing everyone's faces and smiles when they put them on, but the best was when we made it back to our group after wandering through the crowd and some random crew started applauding and saying "yay! the mushroom ladies are back. yay!"
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 quack 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."
This wasted guy came stumbling into our camp asking for directions. He said in exchange he'd give us free credit help. "Bo Majors is the name. Google free credit help. I'm the first on the list." We thought for sure he was full of malarki and sent him on his way with directions and a road beer, but for kicks we looked it up when we got home. And there he was.
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 quack 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."
Heartwarming, isn't it?
that second story is fantastic. NIN fans have always been some of the greatest people i've met. i just went to the two shows they did in chicago and they both blew my mind, was in tears both nights. there are some people that make going to shows really super-frustrating (obnoxious people in pits, pushers, etc.) but that story really just makes you feel...better
Post by chelseaistalkative on Sept 14, 2009 19:55:26 GMT -5
I'm seriously surprised there is not a member on here ranting about how their next door neighbors had accidentally hit their side car door with their side car door about 3 times and getting super angry.....if this is you...I'm so sorry. I still feel bad even after apologizing consistently.
Another story of 09 would have to be my OTHER neighbors who were sleeping in a creepy blue van with crazy hick/boston accents. The first night there before we left for the night shows, our creepy neighbors were fighting consistently about something not even known..screaming at the top of their lungs and cursing like sailors, which was kind of funny. Then about 30 mins later we look over and two of the people that were fighting are in the van...with the lights on and the shades up, screwing like bunnies...and quite loud. Then in the morning I wake up to the owner of the van screaming and asking who crapped behind his van.. Apparently a random unknown passer used their bumper as a seat to take a dump...and then watched him set it on fire..
Watched a man go into seizure at the Animal Collective concert...very scary.
Of course I came to Bonnaroo never experiencing how to camp. haha Our tent leaked as I'm sure everyone else had the same problem.
A random dog showed up at our camp site who we named Kujo and gave him water. Then found someone who knew where the lost and found was and escorted the friendly dog Kujo there.
Did anyone try the dumplings sold by The What Stage? Oh man..amazing.
Not really a great, eventful story per se, but a very memorable set of circumstances:
Thursday, we get to our spots at 6 or so... it was looking like the bottom was about to drop out, again, but we quickly set up our tents and my canopy. My canopy, now, was a POS; 50 dollars from Wal Mart and already went through Roo 08, so it was weak and pretty much useless in it's supposed form.
We decide our best plan after getting things set up was to go out and look for corn, because we all know how fast that shit goes. After a good 30 minutes of searching, we find it, so then we go to get some glass. We come back to the canopy and get ready to partake, there are about 8 of us, I think.
Sure enough, it starts raining like hell (this is around 9 or so), so we huddle underneath the canopy. The wind is blowing so hard and intensely that it damn near knocks over the canopy. Long story short, to successfully burn the corn under the canopy in those conditions, everyone had one hand on the canopy, holding it down, and one hand to light/hold the glass. It was awesome. One person would hold the glass with one hand, the other hand on the canopy, and another person would give them a spark with one hand, and hold onto the canopy with the other.
It was awesome. Set the tone and theme for the rest of the weekend; teamwork and synergy.
Being my first roo,seems like everyday we had amazing stories we are still talking about... Here are a couple, I met some amazing people online that go to roo every year. It was hard to talk everyone else we were going with to meet up with them,but I managed to. They lived about half way between us and roo. We got to their house in BFE,and here we are 6 us of..maybe 10 of them. We all just hit it off,like we had been friends for years. We took backroads there,it took less than an hour. We were in line less than an hour. Got prime camping 10mins from centeroo. We had 3 EZUPS between us that we put together,put our tents up around there and had the best camp ever! There were times we just hung out at camp instead of going to shows. We are all best friends still. Keeping up with our awesome camp...we would have random people come through,sit down and hang out. One guy came through and passed out for over 12 hours. We set up an umbrella over him,sprayed him with a mister and sunscreen. He woke up and we fed and he walked off...people would come through and we would always offer waters and fruit. We were camped right behind the vendors street and the camper of one the vendors was right next to us. We would cut through to the street beside their booth. No biggie or so I thought. Until 1 night on our way back to camp they had tape up everywhere and a big sign that said do not shit in our camp! Next morning they came over yelling at us for pooping in their camp-first off ew-second,we had a potty in our shower tent,still we only went #1 there! We took them a huge semi frozed pineapple and promised it was not us. They got super nice,said sorry and gave us a huge glass piece from their booth. Night of Beastie Boys,we were waiting in line for portapotties and the crazy hippie guy was yelling at everyone. Hubby answered some random question,while everyone else was stunned. Suddenly he pulled out a big bag of red wine? Told hubby to slap the slap bag and get a drink... hubby had a funny look on his face but did,after he was laughing sooo hard...I couldn't figure out why until he said(he was a little out of it) he though it was a bag of blood,but he took a drink anyway b/c he didn't want to offend anyone. Lol.
After phish(I think) we ran across this huge glowstick picture of roo. People were adding glowstick and making it grow. I put in my led flashing glowsticks to the ferris wheel.
I have manymanymany more but ill stop here for now...
that second story is fantastic. NIN fans have always been some of the greatest people i've met. i just went to the two shows they did in chicago and they both blew my mind, was in tears both nights. there are some people that make going to shows really super-frustrating (obnoxious people in pits, pushers, etc.) but that story really just makes you feel...better
+1 from a fellow NIN junkie.
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Reply #3 on Mar 1, 2010, 11:52pm The most important information I learned from this board. . . sanuks always win the shoe battle. Rightly so.
I still feel bad even after apologizing consistently.
