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Umphrey's set last year. I talked my friends into coming back out after Radiohead, their first Umphrey's Show, if you were there you know what went down.
I remember a lot of memories from the '12 one (since it was my first as well) but the fondest memory that year was definitely 'The Daily Mail' during the Radiohead show. At the beginning during the piano part, I took my lighter out and waved it in the air as a form of joke for my friend next to me. After a couple of secs, everyone around me started taking they lighters out and started waving them in the air. At that perfect time, I realized that everyone and everything was connected and that, even though I didn't know everyone in there, I knew I was with the best people in the world
2012 was my first roo. basically everything i did and saw was life changing, tweeprise ending the 4th day with the fireworks has to be my favorite moment. many more to come.
Def the misssion icefly or whatever it was last year after MMJ
this.
I to this day still have had anything top that experience...I could barely move let alone make words come out of my mouth that made any sense whatsoever.
(to add. I never listen to MMJ before that moment....wow, is all I have to say about that set.)
Post by lukescrazyarms on Jan 26, 2013 1:14:38 GMT -5
also, 2012 I brought my best friend which was his first year...one of his favorite bands/artists of all time is Ben Howard...pretty much that lineup was already designed for both of our musical tastes and as we were pulling in we were chatting about how this Roo nothing could go wrong and nothing could really make it better and then we got the book that they give out and saw the Ben was doing a signing....getting to watch my buddy meet his favorite artist at his first Roo was pretty incredible...I don't think i've ever seen him so happy...it was like watching an adult turn into a kid all over again....pretty memorable
It wasn't Bonnaroo but my first festival. Hookahville near Columbus, Ohio. After waking up the second day my boyfriend and I sat outside of our tent. I started taking in everything around me. I looked around at all of my neighbors. I looked up to the sky and not one single cloud in the sky. I hear a guy playing an acoustic guitar and see that he's walking around and stops at this group camped next to us. He stops and serenades them. As he finishes a girl says," I wish I could wake up like this every morning". I remember having this feeling of pure happiness. Definately a memorable weekend!
Post by funkybuttlovin on Jun 18, 2013 13:35:58 GMT -5
During tame impala Sunday, I met and chatted with Trevor from Moon taxi for a bit and he was an awesome guy. After I went back to my friends to watch the sun go down and the massive amount of people just grooving to them on my last day. It felt great.
Saturday night before superjam we were just laying down near on tap and donut company and I was watching everyone walk by and everyone had a smile on their face. Every single person.
I had so many amazing moments, but walking back from Centeroo on Friday night/Saturday morning there was a group sitting at their camp somewhere close by, and one of them had a trumpet, lazily playing "When the Saints Go Marching In". It was the absolute perfect ending to the evening.
At Milo Greene with Dr. JoeBlackAmy and a couple members from group who I don't think are on the board. Watching that set with you guys took my breath away and I'll never forget that moment. The weather, the crowd, the music and our groups vibe was absolutely perfect.
Watching the gorgeous sunset during Wilco was especially perfect since I was w/the guy who'd introduced me to the band nearly 20yrs ago. We'd never seen them together, so being at that show (even though it wasn't their best) and hearing some of our favorite songs together made it a very happy moment.
Also, seeing Glen Hansard do my favorite Frames song (Fitzcarraldo) was thrilling. I'd been way back in the crowd when he did it in that same tent in '08; it was even better this time from the 3rd row.
I have to take a minute to really give Bonnaroo it's dues here. First I want to say that my first Bonnaroo in 2010 changed my life. I was reborn after leaving that field when Jay-Z winded down his encore. I'll spare all the messy details, but in short I was very sheltered and raised by a Baptist preacher, and Bonnaroo not only allowed me to flex my wings and be free from the repressive bubble I had been so conditioned in, but it showed me that there was a community of people that understood me. People that were living for today, and loving everyone with no judgment or reservations. While I give the creators of Roo so much love and credit, it's really the people that make the experience what it is. It's all of you. I never feel more at home than I do those 4 days when i'm on the farm. My friends who have never gone don't understand my overflowing appreciation for this festival...but that's OK. I know, and all of you know...and that's what matters.
Every year I go back and think it will just be another good time; that I won't have any more life-changing epiphanies but just have a chance to be home in my favorite community, which is more than enough for me. And every year i'm proved wrong. Standing in that field once again watching Sir Paul McCartney changed my f*cking life yet again. The fact that he is in his seventies and is up there doing what he loves when he could be retired on a beach in a hammock somewhere really impressed the hell out of me. Hearing him singing all those tributes to his friends who have passed away made me realize that even though he's Paul McCartney, he's still human. He faces the same struggles we go through. He is withering away and has a very limited time left...but he's not letting it bother him. He's living life until his dying breath. In that sense, you could feel him connect with all the 80,000 people watching him in that field. He is part of our family. He gets it. He gets us. His set ended with the line that stuck with me the rest of the weekend: "The love you take is equal to the love you make". Isn't that the truth. This man has all the money in the world and has nothing left to prove to himself. He's essentially won life. But he's up there on that stage, sharing with us what he feels most passionate about. I can only hope to get half to that point in my life...and he made me realize that i'm not striving for enough. I need to be the man I know i'm capable of being.
Bonnaroo...I f*cking love you more than you can imagine. All of you. See you next year back on the farm.
I have to take a minute to really give Bonnaroo it's dues here. First I want to say that my first Bonnaroo in 2010 changed my life. I was reborn after leaving that field when Jay-Z winded down his encore. I'll spare all the messy details, but in short I was very sheltered and raised by a Baptist preacher, and Bonnaroo not only allowed me to flex my wings and be free from the repressive bubble I had been so conditioned in, but it showed me that there was a community of people that understood me. People that were living for today, and loving everyone with no judgment or reservations. While I give the creators of Roo so much love and credit, it's really the people that make the experience what it is. It's all of you. I never feel more at home than I do those 4 days when i'm on the farm. My friends who have never gone don't understand my overflowing appreciation for this festival...but that's OK. I know, and all of you know...and that's what matters.
Every year I go back and think it will just be another good time; that I won't have any more life-changing epiphanies but just have a chance to be home in my favorite community, which is more than enough for me. And every year i'm proved wrong. Standing in that field once again watching Sir Paul McCartney changed my f*cking life yet again. The fact that he is in his seventies and is up there doing what he loves when he could be retired on a beach in a hammock somewhere really impressed the hell out of me. Hearing him singing all those tributes to his friends who have passed away made me realize that even though he's Paul McCartney, he's still human. He faces the same struggles we go through. He is withering away and has a very limited time left...but he's not letting it bother him. He's living life until his dying breath. In that sense, you could feel him connect with all the 80,000 people watching him in that field. He is part of our family. He gets it. He gets us. His set ended with the line that stuck with me the rest of the weekend: "The love you take is equal to the love you make". Isn't that the truth. This man has all the money in the world and has nothing left to prove to himself. He's essentially won life. But he's up there on that stage, sharing with us what he feels most passionate about. I can only hope to get half to that point in my life...and he made me realize that i'm not striving for enough. I need to be the man I know i'm capable of being.
Bonnaroo...I f*cking love you more than you can imagine. All of you. See you next year back on the farm.
I feel the same way you do. The person I am on the farm is the person I want to be in my everyday life. I feel like Bonnaroo is the only time where I truly feel at home in my own skin. I am not a spiritual person, so I find my faith in the goodness of others. Being at Bonnaroo is such a prime example of that. Seeing perfect strangers become best of friends in a matter of minutes, even when they are from entirely different backgrounds? That is what Bonnaroo is. That gives me faith in humanity.
I wax poetic about Bonnaroo all the time, but it truly changed who I am. I was headed for a life of workaholic, stressful mess. Bonnaroo helped me to see that there are more important things than having perfect grades and being the top in my firm. Being a good person, loving the people I'm with, having people say, "My life is better because Glit is in it," those are the important things. I wish I could find ways to incorporate more Bonnaroo into my everyday life.
Post by Britney's_Fears on Jun 20, 2013 13:39:20 GMT -5
My perfect moment was in 2009, my favorite Roo so far. After Phish's Sunday night show was over. Everyone was trudging back to camp. It was the last show of an incredible weekend. Everyone was tired and sad that it was over. Suddenly someone started cheering as loud as they could when almost all 80,000 people joined in and began cheering simultaneously. It was the one bg last "Hoorah" for an awesome weekend. If you were theer Sunday night in 2009 you have to rememebr that.
Post by Britney's_Fears on Jun 20, 2013 13:43:04 GMT -5
Another moment was in 2010 when I saw Ween. I was going nuts and screaming as loud as I could (which is pretty damn loud). Evidently it caught Gener's attention because he stared me right in the eyes the entire time he sang "Transdermal Celebration" with that goofy @ss smile he has.
I have to take a minute to really give Bonnaroo it's dues here. First I want to say that my first Bonnaroo in 2010 changed my life. I was reborn after leaving that field when Jay-Z winded down his encore. I'll spare all the messy details, but in short I was very sheltered and raised by a Baptist preacher, and Bonnaroo not only allowed me to flex my wings and be free from the repressive bubble I had been so conditioned in, but it showed me that there was a community of people that understood me. People that were living for today, and loving everyone with no judgment or reservations. While I give the creators of Roo so much love and credit, it's really the people that make the experience what it is. It's all of you. I never feel more at home than I do those 4 days when i'm on the farm. My friends who have never gone don't understand my overflowing appreciation for this festival...but that's OK. I know, and all of you know...and that's what matters.
Every year I go back and think it will just be another good time; that I won't have any more life-changing epiphanies but just have a chance to be home in my favorite community, which is more than enough for me. And every year i'm proved wrong. Standing in that field once again watching Sir Paul McCartney changed my f*cking life yet again. The fact that he is in his seventies and is up there doing what he loves when he could be retired on a beach in a hammock somewhere really impressed the hell out of me. Hearing him singing all those tributes to his friends who have passed away made me realize that even though he's Paul McCartney, he's still human. He faces the same struggles we go through. He is withering away and has a very limited time left...but he's not letting it bother him. He's living life until his dying breath. In that sense, you could feel him connect with all the 80,000 people watching him in that field. He is part of our family. He gets it. He gets us. His set ended with the line that stuck with me the rest of the weekend: "The love you take is equal to the love you make". Isn't that the truth. This man has all the money in the world and has nothing left to prove to himself. He's essentially won life. But he's up there on that stage, sharing with us what he feels most passionate about. I can only hope to get half to that point in my life...and he made me realize that i'm not striving for enough. I need to be the man I know i'm capable of being.
Bonnaroo...I f*cking love you more than you can imagine. All of you. See you next year back on the farm.
Okay - mine isn't that special I guess. But it's special to me.
2012 was my first year. I went with several friends but mainly this one friend would travel along with me inside of Centeroo. As I recall, we had just gotten our tickets to see Aziz Ansari after much waiting. I'm not 100% on that though, but I'm pretty sure. We waited for a while in line so we went to go get some food. I got this pizza slice (no, it wasn't Spicy Pie (sorry) it was the other one like it) that was called "Westo Pesto" and it was so good. We sat in the grass in the busy area with a bunch of vendors in front of where Luda was playing. We just sat there in the grass, eating food, listening to Ludacris play. I don't know why I'm so fond of this memory. I get a giddy thinking about it and I want to go back. *sigh* only 156 more days...
Post by tealeyedangel on Jun 20, 2013 14:52:00 GMT -5
Mine is cheesy, but touched me so deep, it was Sunday night, Petty was still playing and I walked away from the area, could still hear him playing, I was walking through Planet Roo, and the rain started, I stopped dead in my tracks, looked up at the sky, saw the lightning flashing in the clouds, saw the lights of the ferris wheel, it absolutely took my breath away at that moment, tears sprung up in my eyes, I felt just so...perfect, that the planets aligned and the magic of the farm just engulfed me at that moment, I will never forget that feeling, it was a feeling I had long forgotten and lost, and Roo and the Farm brought it all back. At that moment I was sober, I was wet from the rain, but I was HAPPY and that is the moment that I knew that everything that was ever said about the farm was true, and I cannot wait to come back!
Post by billypilgrim on Jun 20, 2013 14:58:41 GMT -5
Sunday somewhere around 3:30 a.m., Brittany (sp?) Howard was singing The Lemon Song with Bustle in Your Hedgerow. She sang: "You can squeeze my lemons, baby, 'til the juice runs down my leg." It's a classic blues line that goes at least back to Robert Johnson and Traveling Riverside Blues. I always associated "lemons" in the line with balls and my first thought was that Brittany doesn't have lemons. But then I realized that she did and they were fvcking huge.
Sunday somewhere around 3:30 a.m., Brittany (sp?) Howard was singing The Lemon Song with Bustle in Your Hedgerow. She sang: "You can squeeze my lemons, baby, 'til the juice runs down my leg." It's a classic blues line that goes at least back to Robert Johnson and Traveling Riverside Blues. I always associated "lemons" in the line with balls and my first thought was that Brittany doesn't have lemons. But then I realized that she did and they were fvcking huge.
Post by bansheebeat on Jun 21, 2013 9:29:03 GMT -5
Sitting on top of my car, eating pizza and drinking beer, listening to Tom Petty, watching people pack their stuff up and head home, listening to the final "Bonnaroooo" yells. Pretty awesome moment.
I have several but one of my favorites was walking by R. Kelly on my way to Superjam when he started playing Ignition and everybody everywhere just stopped what they were doing and started singing and dancing along.
