Whether it's your first Bonnaroo or you’re a music festival veteran, we welcome you to Inforoo.
Here you'll find info about artists, rumors, camping tips, and the infamous Roo Clues. Have a look around then create an account and join in the fun. See you at Bonnaroo!!
OK you guys, I have an idea. Since we do believe that the trees will be planted in time for Roo, I was thinking about decorations. I have sunflowers & am making an all weather Mod Podge vase. I was thinking that maybe we could leave messages staked around the tree. Maybe a favorite quote from here or saying of his. A photo perhaps. Or a brief message from the heart. Whatever you want to do.
They would look similar to this. Much smaller stakes though.
I can laminate, so if you want to post here or send me a PM, I would be happy to do it for you. Especially for those of you that won't be making it this year. I will bring them with me & would be happy to meet up Thursday to hand off. Or bring them all to brunch Friday. And I will bring some blank ones with me.
I was going through my inbox deleting messages when I found this exchange I had with Whoreshack back in 2012. I was dealing with some fighting within my group and had flirted with the idea of spending the weekend that year at camp inforoo instead. Bare in mind I never met him, and as you can see below he went out of his way to try and make me feel welcome. RIP and sorry we never got to meet.
I was going through my inbox deleting messages when I found this exchange I had with Whoreshack back in 2012. I was dealing with some fighting within my group and had flirted with the idea of spending the weekend that year at camp inforoo instead. Bare in mind I never met him, and as you can see below he went out of his way to try and make me feel welcome. RIP and sorry we never got to meet.
A true Ambassador for Inforoo and any other festival he was attending. He'd open his home to you without ever having met you, buy you a beer without knowing your name.
I inherited the wagon. I'll bring it next year for anyone to use.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Vieux
Global Moderator Moderator Goddess Extraordinaire
I just found this thread. I knew Whoreshack outside of the inforoo group. We actually met on Facebook in 2009 on the Voodoo Experience page, and then he was part of the formation of the I'm Not Tim Voodoo group we created, due to a troll that was spamming the Voodoo thread with really bad mock lineups. I was in shock when he told us what was going on with him and it really broke my heart. He is one of the reasons that I became even more determined to make it to bonnaroo. I wish I had a chance to actually have met him in person.
I posted this on Mike's FB page, but I wanted to share it with you all on here too. It is the story of Mike's last days here.
On Sunday, May 11th, as the sun set on his shoulder and a lightening storm rode in, Mike left us for the finest festival of all. Mike was the type of person who wanted everything to be perfect-every trip, every date, every festival. Although he was battling cancer, his last year of life has been no different. Through all of the struggle and pain, he danced, and sang, and loved and laughed and traveled and married and continued to burn bright.
His last days were spent at his family's cottage on Harper Lake in Indiana. Those days were nothing short of perfect. Some of his fondest memories in life were of his time there, and I know many of you share those same memories. Memories of bonfires and turtle hunting, and laughing and the never ending cycle of swimming/napping/eating. For two days he looked out upon that lake with us, and those sunrises and sunsets and was blanketed in memories and the peace and comfort of "home".
On Sunday evening, we brought him out to the deck to enjoy the dusk and hear the laughter of Robin and Tim's children as they enjoyed Harper Lake the same way he had for all of his years. My Morning Jacket and Wilco and Dan Auerbach played in the background. Then his parents and brother and friends and myself circled around him, reminding him of how much he was loved by so many, telling him that it was alright and we would all take care of Elouise and one another. I held his hand and stroked his hair. Jesus Etc played on the radio. A hummingbird danced over him and in an otherworldly way he looked up at it, and they somehow connected and both flew away together.
I want you all to know that Mike was so happy to be at Beale St Music Fest that weekend, he truly lived a life that burned bright up until the end. We were able to exchange vows on the 4th, thanks to token07 officiating, beavdog151 and his wife, and SilentEyedStorm. His last week was spent with me singing (badly) to him, holding him, comforting him while he told me over and over how much he loved me and I him. His last coherent words to me on the day he left me were assuring me that we would someday have beautiful hippie babies together. Until the end, his life was for living.
I put up this playlist of songs that were playing on a random spotify radio station while he was sitting outside that day. It is perfect, as though he and the Universe created it to convey the right messages to us, and to provide him comfort- to say what he couldn't in loving, and mournful, and playful ways. What sticks out most are the songs "Goin' Home", "Movin' Away", "Wonderful" and "Jesus Etc". Wonderful was a song that our friends were learning to play in the car on the way to visit him that day, planning on playing for us that evening. I had been singing it to him all week in the hospital. He passed about 10 minutes after they got there, as though he was waiting on them to complete the circle.
Dan Auerbach was told by a friend of ours about Mike's passing and "Goin' Home" playing that day for him. He said "Wow, that's heavy. Thank you for sharing that with me" Mike would be tickled that Dan knows of him and will forever think of Mike Betts when he plays that song.
Thank you all for supporting both of us, and for loving Mike so. We will have services to spread his energy and ashes in the places he loved most- his family cottage, Red River Gorge and Bonnaroo. The Love Tour has taken on new meaning, but it continues on.
Dan Auerbach--Goin' Home Johnny Flynn--The Wrote and the Writ Deer Tick---Main Street My Morning Jacket---Movin' Away The Shins---We Will Become Silhouettes My Morning Jacket---Wonderful (The Way I Feel) M. Ward---Never Had Nobody Like You My Morning Jacket---Slow Slow Tune Wilco---Jesus, Etc.
I usually do a little better getting by at this point. But a week ago when I was working the phones I got a call from the husband of a pt of ours at 2am. She was 58 with cancer but not on hospice. So they still had hope. He told me she didn’t look well and that her breathing wasn’t right. He frantically asked me “is she dying on me here!?” I told him to call 911 right away. 15 minutes later he called back to talk to me. She was gone before EMS arrived and they were there declaring her. He was crying on the phone and said “I don’t know what to do!!” And I knew that he meant that in a deep, visceral way because he had just lost his love and his life had changed.
That call really hit me. It reminded me how hard it is to lose someone you love and wanted to have more days with. And how difficult Whoreshack moving away was for so many people here.
The purpose of this isn’t to make anyone sad. But to remind everyone how important it is to love and be loved. To love freely and fearlessly and generously and with passion. The heart is not a finite vessel. It has the capacity to offer love to many people all at once without taking away from anyone. Life is hard and we all need someone and on this little board, we are sometimes that someone. I am grateful he had all of you.
Don’t forget to visit his tree this year at Bonnaroo where most of his ashes are. Yell out “Slayer!”. He’ll hear you. Love you all madly. I know he did too.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I look forward to finding rest and comfort in the shade of his tree this year. I will be sure to yell slayer in Whoreshack's honor to gain his protection and favor for the weekend.
I look forward to finding rest and comfort in the shade of his tree this year. I will be sure to yell slayer in Whoreshack's honor to gain his protection and favor for the weekend.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I look forward to finding rest and comfort in the shade of his tree this year. I will be sure to yell slayer in Whoreshack's honor to gain his protection and favor for the weekend.
Every so often when I’m image searching something for Big Ears, I come across a photo of you guys. I start thinking about that year which eventually leads me to pull out Body/Head’s No Wave’s, which is a live album from Big Ears that year. It’s also the last time I saw him. Sitting in those creaky ass Bijou seats made a lot of sense now. They say that theater is haunted and if I had to guess, I know by who.
It’s a shit record really, but one that I’m always gonna be emotionally tied to. I also like to think he would think so, too.
There isn’t a place where Mike isn’t gonna be remembered. He was one of those souls, man. He touched people. He inspired people. He had an absolute monster personality of love.
I remember meeting him at brunch in I believe 2013, his last Bonnaroo. He had already lost a good amount of weight by then, but I’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he greeted me. They had this willy wonka esque glimmer of joy, and he seemed so focused on making sure that everyone was having a good time. He radiated such a genuinely positive attitude despite all he was going through. I wish more people could have his approach to life.
Every so often when I’m image searching something for Big Ears, I come across a photo of you guys. I start thinking about that year which eventually leads me to pull out Body/Head’s No Wave’s, which is a live album from Big Ears that year. It’s also the last time I saw him. Sitting in those creaky ass Bijou seats made a lot of sense now. They say that theater is haunted and if I had to guess, I know by who.
It’s a shit record really, but one that I’m always gonna be emotionally tied to. I also like to think he would think so, too.
There isn’t a place where Mike isn’t gonna be remembered. He was one of those souls, man. He touched people. He inspired people. He had an absolute monster personality of love.
He was a 1000 watt light bulb. He is at every stage at Bonnaroo. When you tell me that you are afraid of being forgotten you better believe I will make sure you are not.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I remember meeting him at brunch in I believe 2013, his last Bonnaroo. He had already lost a good amount of weight by then, but I’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he greeted me. They had this willy wonka esque glimmer of joy, and he seemed so focused on making sure that everyone was having a good time. He radiated such a genuinely positive attitude despite all he was going through. I wish more people could have his approach to life.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Every so often when I’m image searching something for Big Ears, I come across a photo of you guys. I start thinking about that year which eventually leads me to pull out Body/Head’s No Wave’s, which is a live album from Big Ears that year. It’s also the last time I saw him. Sitting in those creaky ass Bijou seats made a lot of sense now. They say that theater is haunted and if I had to guess, I know by who.
It’s a shit record really, but one that I’m always gonna be emotionally tied to. I also like to think he would think so, too.
There isn’t a place where Mike isn’t gonna be remembered. He was one of those souls, man. He touched people. He inspired people. He had an absolute monster personality of love.
Yeah. That is it. Hope you know you have one of those monster personalities too.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Vieux
Global Moderator Moderator Goddess Extraordinaire
Your photos of Whoreshack have had me emotional for a few days. You post on facebook and then here has me in tears. I will definitely make sure to make it to his tree. Without Mike I would never have found this weird ass forum and met some of my closest friends. Love you LLL. <3
I posted this on Mike's FB page, but I wanted to share it with you all on here too. It is the story of Mike's last days here.
On Sunday, May 11th, as the sun set on his shoulder and a lightening storm rode in, Mike left us for the finest festival of all. Mike was the type of person who wanted everything to be perfect-every trip, every date, every festival. Although he was battling cancer, his last year of life has been no different. Through all of the struggle and pain, he danced, and sang, and loved and laughed and traveled and married and continued to burn bright.
His last days were spent at his family's cottage on Harper Lake in Indiana. Those days were nothing short of perfect. Some of his fondest memories in life were of his time there, and I know many of you share those same memories. Memories of bonfires and turtle hunting, and laughing and the never ending cycle of swimming/napping/eating. For two days he looked out upon that lake with us, and those sunrises and sunsets and was blanketed in memories and the peace and comfort of "home".
On Sunday evening, we brought him out to the deck to enjoy the dusk and hear the laughter of Robin and Tim's children as they enjoyed Harper Lake the same way he had for all of his years. My Morning Jacket and Wilco and Dan Auerbach played in the background. Then his parents and brother and friends and myself circled around him, reminding him of how much he was loved by so many, telling him that it was alright and we would all take care of Elouise and one another. I held his hand and stroked his hair. Jesus Etc played on the radio. A hummingbird danced over him and in an otherworldly way he looked up at it, and they somehow connected and both flew away together.
I want you all to know that Mike was so happy to be at Beale St Music Fest that weekend, he truly lived a life that burned bright up until the end. We were able to exchange vows on the 4th, thanks to token07 officiating, beavdog151 and his wife, and SilentEyedStorm. His last week was spent with me singing (badly) to him, holding him, comforting him while he told me over and over how much he loved me and I him. His last coherent words to me on the day he left me were assuring me that we would someday have beautiful hippie babies together. Until the end, his life was for living.
I put up this playlist of songs that were playing on a random spotify radio station while he was sitting outside that day. It is perfect, as though he and the Universe created it to convey the right messages to us, and to provide him comfort- to say what he couldn't in loving, and mournful, and playful ways. What sticks out most are the songs "Goin' Home", "Movin' Away", "Wonderful" and "Jesus Etc". Wonderful was a song that our friends were learning to play in the car on the way to visit him that day, planning on playing for us that evening. I had been singing it to him all week in the hospital. He passed about 10 minutes after they got there, as though he was waiting on them to complete the circle.
Dan Auerbach was told by a friend of ours about Mike's passing and "Goin' Home" playing that day for him. He said "Wow, that's heavy. Thank you for sharing that with me" Mike would be tickled that Dan knows of him and will forever think of Mike Betts when he plays that song.
Thank you all for supporting both of us, and for loving Mike so. We will have services to spread his energy and ashes in the places he loved most- his family cottage, Red River Gorge and Bonnaroo. The Love Tour has taken on new meaning, but it continues on.
Dan Auerbach--Goin' Home Johnny Flynn--The Wrote and the Writ Deer Tick---Main Street My Morning Jacket---Movin' Away The Shins---We Will Become Silhouettes My Morning Jacket---Wonderful (The Way I Feel) M. Ward---Never Had Nobody Like You My Morning Jacket---Slow Slow Tune Wilco---Jesus, Etc.
I usually do a little better getting by at this point. But a week ago when I was working the phones I got a call from the husband of a pt of ours at 2am. She was 58 with cancer but not on hospice. So they still had hope. He told me she didn’t look well and that her breathing wasn’t right. He frantically asked me “is she dying on me here!?” I told him to call 911 right away. 15 minutes later he called back to talk to me. She was gone before EMS arrived and they were there declaring her. He was crying on the phone and said “I don’t know what to do!!” And I knew that he meant that in a deep, visceral way because he had just lost his love and his life had changed.
That call really hit me. It reminded me how hard it is to lose someone you love and wanted to have more days with. And how difficult Whoreshack moving away was for so many people here.
The purpose of this isn’t to make anyone sad. But to remind everyone how important it is to love and be loved. To love freely and fearlessly and generously and with passion. The heart is not a finite vessel. It has the capacity to offer love to many people all at once without taking away from anyone. Life is hard and we all need someone and on this little board, we are sometimes that someone. I am grateful he had all of you.
Don’t forget to visit his tree this year at Bonnaroo where most of his ashes are. Yell out “Slayer!”. He’ll hear you. Love you all madly. I know he did too.
don’t know much about the boards pre-2020ish, but i hope you’re doing okay LLL. cheers and happiness to you during this tough time!
don’t know much about the boards pre-2020ish, but i hope you’re doing okay LLL. cheers and happiness to you during this tough time!
He’d make you LOL but a legit laugh out loud. He will always and forever be one of my favorite posters on this board. It’s always a toss up between Mike, 3post1jack1, NTRT, and snowman.
Post by 3post1jack1 on May 11, 2022 8:23:05 GMT -5
i've been an Online Person since before the world wide web existed. i used to use my 2400 baud modem to dial into local bulletin board systems (BBS). every hobby i've ever had there has been a corresponding message board somewhere i actively participated on. all that to say i've been posting on some message board or another for 28 years. as a result of these travels on the information superhighway i've had the good fortune to spend time with some real characters, many very clever and very funny people.
i never met whoreshack IRL but he was easily the funniest person i've ever encountered online. sending my love to you LLL, we are all better people for having whoreshack in our lives.
I will bring them with me & would be happy to meet up Thursday to hand off. Or bring them all to brunch Friday. And I will bring some blank ones with me. 
