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!!
One of my last festivals before lockdown, Fred and I stayed in a dilapidated Econo-Lodge on the Northside of town. They said they had coffee 24 hours a day and they lied. It was just the first in a long line of things they said they had vs what they really had. There was a Taco Bell in the parking lot though.
Our first night there we sat up shop at an IHOP just up the street. I just remember ordering a rutti tutti fresh and fruity because I was too tired to look at the menu. Out of the blue, a woman came in (with her bf and a few friends) and started screaming at a waitress about how she was gonna kick her ass. Within seconds, I see Fred turn to set on the edge of his chair and go into Johnny Bench mode for the duration of the yelling match. Food took a back seat to drama and it was at that point I knew we were gonna get along fine.
One of my last festivals before lockdown, Fred and I stayed in a dilapidated Econo-Lodge on the Northside of town. They said they had coffee 24 hours a day and they lied. It was just the first in a long line of things they said they had vs what they really had. There was a Taco Bell in the parking lot though.
Our first night there we sat up shop at an IHOP just up the street. I just remember ordering a rutti tutti fresh and fruity because I was too tired to look at the menu. Out of the blue, a woman came in and started screaming at a waitress, with her bf and a few friends, about how she was gonna kick her ass. Within seconds, I see Fred turn to set on the edge of his chair and go into Johnny Bench mode for the duration of the screaming match. Food took a back seat to drama and it was at that point I knew we were gonna get along fine.
One of my last festivals before lockdown, Fred and I stayed in a dilapidated Econo-Lodge on the Northside of town. They said they had coffee 24 hours a day and they lied. It was just the first in a long line of things they said they had vs what they really had. There was a Taco Bell in the parking lot though.
Our first night there we sat up shop at an IHOP just up the street. I just remember ordering a rutti tutti fresh and fruity because I was too tired to look at the menu. Out of the blue, a woman came in and started screaming at a waitress, with her bf and a few friends, about how she was gonna kick her ass. Within seconds, I see Fred turn to set on the edge of his chair and go into Johnny Bench mode for the duration of the screaming match. Food took a back seat to drama and it was at that point I knew we were gonna get along fine.
Post by Dave Maynar on Nov 10, 2021 9:36:08 GMT -5
Fred was a good one. During Big Ears one year, the kids and I had brunch with him, his friend and garageland. Fred was kind and polite to the kids and welcomed them into the conversation. For those that do not have kids, that isn't something that everyone does.
Post by Jake Jortles on Nov 10, 2021 10:12:30 GMT -5
RIP Fred - I've only met him to dance around a bit during David Byrne in the blazing sun at ACL. He leaves his mark on inforoo / has a distinct presence on the board that I would miss if it ever went away. Please dont go away Fred.
can't believe Jaz brought so much joy to everyone with that prompt thread, and this is how you repay him?
Right? It suddenly started feeling like the first two hours of Thanksgiving dinner around here again. Before everyone gets too drunk and starts fighting and stabbing one another.
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.
can't believe Jaz brought so much joy to everyone with that prompt thread, and this is how you repay him?
Right? It suddenly started feeling like the first two hours of Thanksgiving dinner around here again. Before everyone gets too drunk and starts fighting and stabbing one another.
When did you come to my family’s thanksgiving diner?
Right? It suddenly started feeling like the first two hours of Thanksgiving dinner around here again. Before everyone gets too drunk and starts fighting and stabbing one another.
When did you come to my family’s thanksgiving diner?
I feel like it may be your extended family coming into my ER every year for various "Turkey Related Incidents" then.
Grandma pushing Uncle Hank off of the second story porch. Aunt JuJu stabbing Uncle Freddie. Brother Jimmy setting himself on fire frying a turkey. Cousin Bo flipping the glass dining room table top over a card game and it coming crashing down on cousin Darren's head and cutting the tip of his nose off.
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.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
