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YOU BETTER CALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SOMEBODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Season's greetings, goons! Just your old pal THE BIG CAPP DOGG stopping by to check in on his favorite group of gobble-gobble-goblins! My apologies for having to resort to such UNSEEMLY SUBTERFUGE in order to drop some tasty nuggets on you folks, but unfortunately the hillbilly mafia that runs this joint has it in for ol' Cappy! I was going to stay away, but then I saw the PLEAS FOR HELP from you lucky mongrels. Risking LIFE AND LIMB, Capp$ is here to give you all the STRAIGHT DOPE about lineup season.
Now, I can see you're all "atwitter" over some Tweets a certain Cappbird let loose earlier today? Well, I'm here to tell you that it's all true: we booked the Rolling Stones, so you can feel perfectly great about handing over your hard-earned cash to Smashley here. I know lots of you unemployable layabouts were goosed something awful that I jacked up the price on those tickets. Fifty extra bucks per ticket? That's an extra 1000 cans or bottles you've gotta dig out of the gutter just for the privilege of dragging your tired asses to that parasite infested chemical dumping ground known at Manchester, Tennessee this year. So you can feel pretty secure that you'll be rewarded for your dogged pursuit of mediocrity. Remember a couple years back? We had a presale, day after Thanksgiving? Someone Twittered about Prince, and Count Cappula here "liked" it. Remember how sure enough, The Purple One was rocking his dick off the following June?
OF COURSE NOT, YOU MONGRELS! It's called MARKETING. The Cappster just sold you a nice fat bill of goods. When you hike up ticket prices nearly 20%, you've gotta give the people some hope! Otherwise, the idea of shelling out $320 just to watch Drake strut his perfumed skinny jeans-clad ass around the stage might not sit well! And then where would The Capp Dogg be? I know some of you were smarting about that price hike, but you gotta understand, your buddy A.C. was in a real bind! I'm not going to give you all the details, but here's the rundown: Dubai. Pai-gow. Mescaline. Russian mafia. I felt awful about digging even deeper into your pockets, but YOU try telling Sergei that you can't come up with his scratch. You ever felt a bear trap on your bare scrotum? Neither have I, and I don't plan on trying it out! So I'm passing the buck to you folks. Little Jenny Moonbeam and Johnny Dreadlocks are just gonna have to pull extra shifts at the drive through until my Cossack friends are back in the black.
But fear not, friends. I may not have landed Mick and Keith and the rest of that touring mausoleum, but we've got some real BARN BURNERS in store for you this year. When a band hits every single city in the U.S. over the course of a calendar year, I gotta figure they're a pretty big deal. So we're bringing in ARCADE FIRE for those of you who didn't get a chance to see them on one of their 78 U.S. dates last year. WHAT A HOT TICKET. Now I already told you about my boy Drizzily Drake, but you'll be pleased to hear we've got MUMFORD AND SONS back to fulfill their contractual obligation! They whined a bit, you know. "Oh, but Mr. Capps, my twee little wife and I are trying to have a child, we'll need at least three years off." WHAM. Crescent wrench, right to the solar plexus. Those limey bastards already pulled a fast one on ol' Cappy with that "our bass player has a brain hemorrhage" business, I'll be damned if they back out again. I know how depressed all you shoeless, fedora-wearing suspender hounds were at that cancellation, so feel free to HOOT AND HOLLER like the mindless cretins you are when these idiots break out the HOT SWEET MANDOLIN SOLOS. And we need one more, so we'll just drag out the semi-putrescent animated corpses that pass for the Grateful Dead these days, and let you all pretend that you haven't heard better versions of these songs a dozen times before. Never fear kiddos, we'll be keeping Lesh under wraps, so feel free to bring your children. FAMILY FRIENDLY ENTERTAINMENT, at least when Philly isn't chasing around the help with his wiener hanging out of his pants, or when Bobby isn't babbling to himself in the corner, sitting there with a pile of his own doots in his pants.
As for the rest of the bill, we're bringing in all your favorites. I don't want to spoil any surprises, but let's just say this will be a great lineup provided you didn't go to a single other festival in the last 18 months, in which case it's just all the same shit. CROWDED MARKET, BABY. That's why Ashley here is getting in while the gettin's good. A few years from now, and I'll probably be fighting that smug prick Tollett for crumbs in the homeless shelter, so I might as well treat my nose while I can. So we're gonna PACK 'EM IN, which means EDM, EDM, EDM, and lots and lots of banjos! It's going to sound like someone dosed the water supply at the Grand Ol' Opry with nothing but pure MDMA.
Well, that's about it for your pal the Large Hat Canine. I'm heading over to THE FARMAN'S house for some leftovers. He cooked up a chicken, stuffed inside of a duck, stuffed inside of a turkey, stuffed inside of a homeless person! He's a wild man, that one.
I'm so confused... I've seen this "Capp Dog" post in several different places, some say it's legit others say it's a bogus person/post. I'm finally got my first bonnaroo ticket and am just trying to get legit, possible headliners. Is this legit? Or just a big joke?
I'm so confused... I've seen this "Capp Dog" post in several different places, some say it's legit others say it's a bogus person/post. I'm finally got my first bonnaroo ticket and am just trying to get legit, possible headliners. Is this legit? Or just a big joke?
I'm so confused... I've seen this "Capp Dog" post in several different places, some say it's legit others say it's a bogus person/post. I'm finally got my first bonnaroo ticket and am just trying to get legit, possible headliners. Is this legit? Or just a big joke?
Did you, uhh, read the post?
Yes I read the post and the reddit post, but I've also read that there was a fake account that posted bullshit. Hence my confusion on whether it's actually legit.
YOU BETTER CALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL SOMEBODYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Season's greetings, goons! Just your old pal THE BIG CAPP DOGG stopping by to check in on his favorite group of gobble-gobble-goblins! My apologies for having to resort to such UNSEEMLY SUBTERFUGE in order to drop some tasty nuggets on you folks, but unfortunately the hillbilly mafia that runs this joint has it in for ol' Cappy! I was going to stay away, but then I saw the PLEAS FOR HELP from you lucky mongrels. Risking LIFE AND LIMB, Capp$ is here to give you all the STRAIGHT DOPE about lineup season.
Now, I can see you're all "atwitter" over some Tweets a certain Cappbird let loose earlier today? Well, I'm here to tell you that it's all true: we booked the Rolling Stones, so you can feel perfectly great about handing over your hard-earned cash to Smashley here. I know lots of you unemployable layabouts were goosed something awful that I jacked up the price on those tickets. Fifty extra bucks per ticket? That's an extra 1000 cans or bottles you've gotta dig out of the gutter just for the privilege of dragging your tired asses to that parasite infested chemical dumping ground known at Manchester, Tennessee this year. So you can feel pretty secure that you'll be rewarded for your dogged pursuit of mediocrity. Remember a couple years back? We had a presale, day after Thanksgiving? Someone Twittered about Prince, and Count Cappula here "liked" it. Remember how sure enough, The Purple One was rocking his dick off the following June?
OF COURSE NOT, YOU MONGRELS! It's called MARKETING. The Cappster just sold you a nice fat bill of goods. When you hike up ticket prices nearly 20%, you've gotta give the people some hope! Otherwise, the idea of shelling out $320 just to watch Drake strut his perfumed skinny jeans-clad ass around the stage might not sit well! And then where would The Capp Dogg be? I know some of you were smarting about that price hike, but you gotta understand, your buddy A.C. was in a real bind! I'm not going to give you all the details, but here's the rundown: Dubai. Pai-gow. Mescaline. Russian mafia. I felt awful about digging even deeper into your pockets, but YOU try telling Sergei that you can't come up with his scratch. You ever felt a bear trap on your bare scrotum? Neither have I, and I don't plan on trying it out! So I'm passing the buck to you folks. Little Jenny Moonbeam and Johnny Dreadlocks are just gonna have to pull extra shifts at the drive through until my Cossack friends are back in the black.
But fear not, friends. I may not have landed Mick and Keith and the rest of that touring mausoleum, but we've got some real BARN BURNERS in store for you this year. When a band hits every single city in the U.S. over the course of a calendar year, I gotta figure they're a pretty big deal. So we're bringing in ARCADE FIRE for those of you who didn't get a chance to see them on one of their 78 U.S. dates last year. WHAT A HOT TICKET. Now I already told you about my boy Drizzily Drake, but you'll be pleased to hear we've got MUMFORD AND SONS back to fulfill their contractual obligation! They whined a bit, you know. "Oh, but Mr. Capps, my twee little wife and I are trying to have a child, we'll need at least three years off." WHAM. Crescent wrench, right to the solar plexus. Those limey bastards already pulled a fast one on ol' Cappy with that "our bass player has a brain hemorrhage" business, I'll be damned if they back out again. I know how depressed all you shoeless, fedora-wearing suspender hounds were at that cancellation, so feel free to HOOT AND HOLLER like the mindless cretins you are when these idiots break out the HOT SWEET MANDOLIN SOLOS. And we need one more, so we'll just drag out the semi-putrescent animated corpses that pass for the Grateful Dead these days, and let you all pretend that you haven't heard better versions of these songs a dozen times before. Never fear kiddos, we'll be keeping Lesh under wraps, so feel free to bring your children. FAMILY FRIENDLY ENTERTAINMENT, at least when Philly isn't chasing around the help with his wiener hanging out of his pants, or when Bobby isn't babbling to himself in the corner, sitting there with a pile of his own doots in his pants.
As for the rest of the bill, we're bringing in all your favorites. I don't want to spoil any surprises, but let's just say this will be a great lineup provided you didn't go to a single other festival in the last 18 months, in which case it's just all the same shit. CROWDED MARKET, BABY. That's why Ashley here is getting in while the gettin's good. A few years from now, and I'll probably be fighting that smug prick Tollett for crumbs in the homeless shelter, so I might as well treat my nose while I can. So we're gonna PACK 'EM IN, which means EDM, EDM, EDM, and lots and lots of banjos! It's going to sound like someone dosed the water supply at the Grand Ol' Opry with nothing but pure MDMA.
Well, that's about it for your pal the Large Hat Canine. I'm heading over to THE FARMAN'S house for some leftovers. He cooked up a chicken, stuffed inside of a duck, stuffed inside of a turkey, stuffed inside of a homeless person! He's a wild man, that one.
