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Post by sparklybecca on Mar 15, 2007 21:35:01 GMT -5
hii!! i couldnt stay away. honestly the only reason i wouldnt be going to roo is cuz my job situation is a lil unsure right now. im waiting a week or 2 and im just gonna buy me a ticket!
Post by jchapmaniv on Mar 17, 2007 15:25:27 GMT -5
I have only come close to feeling the "divine presence" once. It was at the 'Roo, on Saturday sometime around 4 in the A.M. I was straightening up camp; picking up trash, throwing away bottles, putting clothes away, etc. and happened to find some (5) illicit substances of a paper nature. Being the good, responsible Rooster I am I immediately took them out of the bag and threw them towards the trash can. It was at this point that the wind, which was blowing back towards myself, caught them and -Lo, and behold- blew them right in to my mouth. (This is my story and I will fight anyone who contradicts me.) In about 30 minutes I felt as though I was a street cleaning truck and that every peice of trash I picked up was representative of some evil I was scrubbing form the face of the earth. When I eventually got lost in complexing spirals of thought I forgot to watch my feet and tripped (no pun intended) straight into the cooler that was holding the radio. I knocked the radio off, and it landed, thankfully, on a bag of chips. But I was caught in a liquid steel lawn chair that had latched on to my legs. I vainly tried to struggle my way out, and only succeeded in jostling the radio, when ever so quietly "Eyes of the World" plays, however I only began to hear it when "wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world" was sung to me by a chorus of clouds. Somehow, on what seemed to be an instinctual level those words made me content to be trapped in a lawn chair, and lying in a puddle of spilt tequila. And thus my infatuation with Bonnaroo began. Needless to say questions were asked when my freinds found me sleeping in the legs of a lawn chair that my shoelace was caught in while sleeping in the 40-proof mud that has come to define my concept of having a "bonnaroo".
It was at this point that the wind, which was blowing back towards myself, caught them and -Lo, and behold- blew them right in to my mouth. (This is my story and I will fight anyone who contradicts me.)
hey man at bonnaroo...anything's possible. i don't believe in coincidences, at least at 'roo
Maybe I'll throw myself to the dogs, but my back's not to the wall Maybe I'll lay some bricks for the man, but the days just aren't that long So if I settle back and chill will I see far enough to feel the angel's dream? I thought it was the Story of the World!
Post by marshalldylan1 on Mar 17, 2007 16:20:20 GMT -5
jchapmaniv said:
I have only come close to feeling the "divine presence" once. It was at the 'Roo, on Saturday sometime around 4 in the A.M. I was straightening up camp; picking up trash, throwing away bottles, putting clothes away, etc. and happened to find some (5) illicit substances of a paper nature. Being the good, responsible Rooster I am I immediately took them out of the bag and threw them towards the trash can. It was at this point that the wind, which was blowing back towards myself, caught them and -Lo, and behold- blew them right in to my mouth. (This is my story and I will fight anyone who contradicts me.) In about 30 minutes I felt as though I was a street cleaning truck and that every peice of trash I picked up was representative of some evil I was scrubbing form the face of the earth. When I eventually got lost in complexing spirals of thought I forgot to watch my feet and tripped (no pun intended) straight into the cooler that was holding the radio. I knocked the radio off, and it landed, thankfully, on a bag of chips. But I was caught in a liquid steel lawn chair that had latched on to my legs. I vainly tried to struggle my way out, and only succeeded in jostling the radio, when ever so quietly "Eyes of the World" plays, however I only began to hear it when "wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world" was sung to me by a chorus of clouds. Somehow, on what seemed to be an instinctual level those words made me content to be trapped in a lawn chair, and lying in a puddle of spilt tequila. And thus my infatuation with Bonnaroo began. Needless to say questions were asked when my freinds found me sleeping in the legs of a lawn chair that my shoelace was caught in while sleeping in the 40-proof mud that has come to define my concept of having a "bonnaroo".
I got one. Saturday, '05, this was the year that it rained on and off all weekend but never too much, and the night before i had gotten the best sleep ever at a roo or when camping in general (wasn't even inside a tent to be honest). Woke up, and feeling so good decided to just start partying hard. Ate some really good pizza toppings and had lots to drink. After a while we decide to head into centeroo to catch particle, and after standing up and trying to focus, i realized that i would never stop laughing and giggling like a five year old. I was with some people i didn't know that well, and who were relatively sober and inexperienced, and had no idea what i was going through, so i didn't want them to think i had lost my mind. So i got my shit together and we start walking in. We stop so someone can use the bathroom, and there is this guy out there, with one leg, on crutches, covered in mud, with this really toad-like voice, selling stuff, and telling people he was trying to set a world record (i'm not going to say what, but think cool-whip), and he is also begging every girl that walks by for a kiss, and most of them politely declined, some of them gave him a quick peck. I see this and totally fucking lose it. The ridiculousness of what's going on gets to me. I just can't stop laughing, people are staring, i have to walk away from my friends and go sit down. Ended up finding aforementioned friends, making it to particle, but then there were too many people for me and i spent the rest of the day on my own.
my first trip to bonnaroo was in 2005. I was almost forced to go by my cousin and my dad and little brother. at the time i had just turned 19. Anyway i get there and see what its all about and absolutley start having the time of my life. I didnt know what i was in for. At some point in the day after a little bit of experimentation i wake up in my tent and realize i cant figure out how to get out. About 2 hours later i ponder up the courage to escape the tent and it all hits me at once. About this time my fellow campers were coming back and soon realized OBVIOUSLY what exactly i had done. Anyway lets just say it was TOO MUCH. but i handled it pretty well. besides the fact i then got stuck in the back of a jeep for 12 hours. Anyway the next day saturday i wake up about 5 in the morning and i get out of the jeep. and the first thing i hear is some guy yell "" I LIVED ANOTHER NIGHT!!!"" . I burst into laughter. I have never felt so at peace in my entire life. The next 2 days were some of the best times i had ever had. The moral of this story is if you see the guy missing teeth with a fanny pack on with little pieces of paper for sale. Take his word for it.
ok well i have two stories, both from last year one was going to roo (which i posted earlier but that is the ONE thing that will stick out forever) and the other during....so.....
1st story: anyways comming from houston, texas so its a 13 hour drive...everything goes fine and we finally get to Manchester at like 1:30 AM...so I call my aunt's friends and my aunt and they tell us a backroad to take, sayin its quicker and this and that. So we take that and head towards this farm road. We are on the farm road for about 15 minutes and we start doubting, thinking we had taken the wrong route or missed the exit or what not. all of a sudden there are telephone wires hanging in the middle of the street. We hit it, pull down the telephone pole and the transistor breaks and starts leaking fuel, there is also a small fire but far from the liquid and the car, probably about 15 yards. So we all get out of the car, thinking the car is going to explode. After about 1 minute of looking at it i say forget it get the keys from my friend and move the car, thinking there is no way im missing roo, after driving 13 hours and already passing the exit we were supposed to have gotten off at. As I was able to move the car, thankfully no flat tires or anything, another car starts comming the opposite direction, followed by another, and i mean fast. I start honking the horn and flashing the lights, all while my friends are waving their hands trying to get them to stop. Well...they dont....and they go FLYING literally all tires come off the ground. Somehow it lands upright and they stop. The car behind them of course...stopped. It turns out that there was a drunk driver that hit the pole from the other side of the fence, making it lean down but not fall. So cops come fire trucks the whole shibang. Luckily we didnt have anything on us, even tho they didnt search, guess they figured we had enough problems. And then we drive up to the regular exit and it takes FIVE MINUTES TO GET IN. so instead of getting there at 2, we get there at 5, tell the guy at the gate a little of the story and goes...at least you made it for the sunrise....set up camp and went to sleep. but things could only get better from there, so it made everything THAT much better.
So the second story ensues on friday....at MMJ we skip most of petty and head over and we are seriously like 6-7th row or something. We sit for who knows how long, an hour?, and just drink and drink and drink. So my friend eventually gets hungry, seeing as i had gotten some pizza. gets up and goes and gets it. So he comes back and is juking and jiving and jumping because a bunch of people are just sprawled out and sleeping or relaxing, and falls and gives a girl the peoples elbow, MOST HILARIOUS THING EVER (and luckily she isnt hurt). he starts feeling guilty and all and so gives them a beer and keeps apologizing for like 10 minutes straight. finally the show starts and its great (of course), about 30-45 minutes into it, my friend (the same one that gave the peoples elbow) has to pee, and apparently "cant make it by himself". So my other friend tells me that we have to go...and im like what are you talking about, he can pee by himself. So i turn to watch the show some more, and a couple songs later turn around and they are gone! so being all messed up and watching this ridiculous show (glow sticks and all), with about maybe 2 hours of sleep in me, i decide to leave and try to find them, and i thought i could get back to where i was considering it was relatively easy to get out (i was suprised at how spaced everyone was). After about three seconds i realized i made a ridiculous mistake (1. for thinking i would be able to find them and 2. missing the rest of the show, which after reading all the posts about how great it was, i constantly break my friends balls all the time about it.) so i just decide to go to my aunts camp where they were in tent only, figuring my friends would be there. So i walk outside centeroo and 20 seconds later see them walking on shakedown. To say the least i was amazed at my luck. They said they were gonna meet at the camp anyways. So i ask for a beer seeing as i bought like 4-5 inside centeroo, and these jokers tell me they gave them away to that girl (apparently it was more than the 1 i had saw him give). Head back to camp and just crash.
So those are my two stories from bonnaroo that stick out the most.
Well, while last year was my first year and I do have many stories, I just wanna share the most personally embarasing story.
Thursday, 4:00 am Central. On the interstate (details escape me, it was between ATL and Manchester) my 3 rooers ( Oscar, Chris, Adam) were on our way to the festival. Restless and excited, I decided to start drinking early to make it go by faster. I was drinking some aweful stuff too. Old Crow whiskey with generic Sam's Club soda. So we get to the site at like 7 am, and I've got a little buzz goin on. As soon as we get our tent out of the car, some guy walks up and asks them us if we want any cactus. I didn't get any, because I was about to begin drug court on the Tuesday after Bonnaroo. So I decide to sit and drink even more, even with it being as hot as it was. By 3 in the afternoon I was pretty drunk and dehydrated. So what do I decide to do? Get some stuff, that's what. Stuff starts getting crazy, and I'm having the time of my life before I even step foot through the Centeroo gates. I keep eating them too. Then at like 8 or 9, I decided I should take my sleeping medication, prescribed (Ambien) because I was tired and wanted to sleep. I took more than advised and passed out for an hour. I woke up, completely f'd up, and go out to go check out Electric Eel Shock. So, I started drinkin more and more. Still in touch with my third eye (it was pried open) we went from the concert to go see The Shining. 20 Minutes into the movie, I go to the port a pot, and end up pissing all over myself. Then I go back to the seets I had with my friends (back far left of the theater) and say "guess what, I just pissed my pants." Then I passed out. I woke up at like 6 or so next to some guy I'd never seen In my life, my friends nowhere around me. So I walk back to my camp. Needless to say that was the only time I "did anything" at Bonnaroo last year. I just lost control on the first day. Definately know better this time.
All right last year was my 3rd Roo and we got in on Wednesday evening and set up camp by like 8 ish. We meet the neighbors and they are all cool and we start partying with them and hanging out. I have some pizza toppings. actually lots of them, and kept pounding the booze. So about midnight, we decide to walk out and watch the traffic coming into Roo and watch people set up their camps. The staff that was directing traffic into the festival and to the campsites were using orange construction flags to wave people around. Well, low and behold I spotted 2 orange flags laying around and just happened to pick them up. I started waving people out into the middle of a field to park and no one was out there. I was stopping cars and just really having some fun talking to people and just being bad. It was hilarious, everyone was just howling...I was like smacking them together and telling people to slow down. I was out of control and the same time just laughing so hard. Well then, the police on horse back come over to me and are like, "hey where did you get the flags at?" and I was like found them over there. They asked for them back and I kindly gave the flags to them. The police were like so cool about it and then I just wandered on down the road. Well on my way back, traffic was backed up really bad and I seen the police that took my flags and I said to them, "hey if I still had my flags there would be no traffic jam right now" They howled. I met so many people that night by doing this, that I partied with all weekend at various times of the festival. The best part of this is I am 40. I cannot wait to get back this year.
What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to die? If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere, Do it somewhere far away from here!
Post by areyoukind on Mar 20, 2007 17:45:42 GMT -5
so we were walking down shakedown on saturday... no... friday
a bunch of my group had rollerskates and plans to dance all afternoon to ramble dove, earl scruggs, oysterhead, tom petty, and umphreys...
except for one friend of mine who at the time wasn't really down with the laces in most rollerskates
fortunately the guy who was 'king of the roller rink' also happened to be 'king of the sky of diamonds'... which my buddy had no qualms with... and wanted to try for the first time
so 3 drops of sweet breath later (which was actually supposed to be 2, but the guy was cool and we had given him like 100$... my friend actually asked to get it in his eye... good thing the guy with the backpack was cool and was like hell no dude thats a myth)
during earl scruggs, it got kind of intense for my friend, so he went to lie down under the big tree by the tent... also by the such n such art
so that set ends and he's still laying there (my gf had to go join him when the OPM made her faint in the crowd) and we go pick them up and head to oysterhead
we stop at the portapotties, and he tries to lay back down in the middle of the portapotty village, by a trash can... but we dont' notice. some kynd folks help him up, but he can't manage to get to us, so he finds another place to lay down and we are just going to meet up with him later at camp. also he wasn't too stoked about oysterhead (he went for sonic youth and cat power)
well somehow, after oysterhead, when we are headed back to camp to get beer and other festivities, we run into him leaving the camp!!!
so we reunite and have a ball at petty together, and then he gets lost again on the way to Umphreys. he finally came back the next morning ( he watched MMJ ). he got lost for a time on saturday also, but we found him after like an hour.
he said that when he was at camp while bug eyed, our neighbors came up and all he could do is grin and laugh... and our neighbor goes "john, dude... that is one goofy f ukcin smile!!!"
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
Post by anima mundi on Mar 20, 2007 23:43:17 GMT -5
This past Bonnaroo my friend Alex and I were walking back to our camp, Camp Griswald, which is like a 20 minute walk from Centeroo. We were going back to our tent I think before the Disco Biscuits to refuel and such. We were just ambling along, not really saying much, the mood was calm and somber, with barely anyone on the path with us. Then I happened to look about 8 feet to our left, and there are 2 of my other good friends who I had not seen all weekend, though I knew they were going to Roo. It was unbelievably random, it turned out that they were camped at like 1 camp over from us. A very pleasant suprise.
We also ended up seeing them in the middle of the bumpin' Cypress Hill crowd, again a meeting of divine chance. The little unexpected suprises are awesome and add eons to the best weekend of the sumer.
Post by limeybastard on Mar 21, 2007 8:55:06 GMT -5
okay i've got one, so its friday morning 06, we are just relaxing, having had breakfast, and trying our best to try and plan out the days' music and refreshment schedule (it never works out like you plan, but you can still try). Then, two girls walk into our camp, don't look a day over 16 but they were probably 20. They are obviously distraught.......they parked their vehicle on thursday night, started partying, forgot where they parked, and said that they have been looking for their vehicle for 3 or 4 hours. We sat them down, gave em some water, and reassured them that they were not alone....we had met about 20 people who were also lost before that time. They thought they remembered balloon number #something, which was near our camp. In my spaced out logic, i suggested started at the balloon, and circle from the balloon out and out in a spiraling pattern until they found their vehicle. Genius, right?? It just so happened that a member of our Roo Fellowship used to be in the army---and was a "forward observer" (scout). He asked them what car they drove and what cars they parked by and took off due north, came back, due south, came back, due east, etc., etc., northeast, came back, etc. etc, and found their car in a matter of 20 minutes. Wow, much better than my rambling spiral idea. The funny thing was, he comes back and says: "you said you parked next to a red SUV, its actually an orange sedan". The girls thanked us a 1000 times and went on their merry way.
This past Bonnaroo my friend Alex and I were walking back to our camp, Camp Griswald, which is like a 20 minute walk from Centeroo. We were going back to our tent I think before the Disco Biscuits to refuel and such. We were just ambling along, not really saying much, the mood was calm and somber, with barely anyone on the path with us. Then I happened to look about 8 feet to our left, and there are 2 of my other good friends who I had not seen all weekend, though I knew they were going to Roo. It was unbelievably random, it turned out that they were camped at like 1 camp over from us. A very pleasant suprise.
We also ended up seeing them in the middle of the bumpin' Cypress Hill crowd, again a meeting of divine chance. The little unexpected suprises are awesome and add eons to the best weekend of the sumer.
It's funny how you can run into the people you know in a crowd of 70,000. Maybe there's some cosmic tie between you and these people which causes you to walk in the same footsteps. Trippy
"Disobedience, in the eyes of anyone who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience and rebellion that progress has been made." Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), The Soul of Man Under Socialism
"You're either on the bus or off the bus." Ken Kesey
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." Hunter S. Thompson
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
Post by dewstar123 on May 31, 2007 17:01:40 GMT -5
illyb said:
Here's one for ya'll. So I was deep in the crowd at The Dead in 2004. Just about front row and I was by myself so I started talking to what seemed like a good natured older male standing next to me. We got to talking and apparently he was a psychiatrists from the midwest. Anyways, it started raining as I recall and the crowd started getting really restless because The Dead was running late. Then the psychiatrist, much to my surprise, pulls out some goodies and starts eating them and offered some to me. I was like "Wow, that's the first time I've seen a professional doctor do something crazy like that". But the guy was relentless with it, I really think he was kind of going overboard now that I think about it but oh well it's Bonnaroo! Then all of a sudden this kid comes running up to us wearing the most ridiculous thing. He was basically naked except for he had made a pair of shorts completely out of duct tape (he did a pretty damn good job too I might add) but to top it off he also made and attached like a 15 inch thingy to his shorts also out of duct tape. This kid was totally out of his mind yelling nonsense and screaming about how nobody believed he could get up front. Then the psychiatrist, who was starting to become a little "happy", was like dude let me lift you up on my shoulders. So he gets this kid standing on his shoulders and the kid starts throwing his fists up in the air yelling "LONG JOHN SILVER LIVES!!!!!!!!!" and all of a sudden almost the entire crowd around me in the front started cheering this guy on. There must have been a good 10,000 people cheering at how Long John Silver lived. Freaking hilarious. That was probably one of my absolute favorite incidents at Bonnaroo.
hahaha!!! best story ever! i must have laughed for 5 minutes straight..
haha in '05 I got completely lost on Thursday night and walked around for a good 2 hours... I was in a dreamy state of mind and felt like I was lost and would never find my way home... Until I did, feeling the greatest sense of relief everrr
my friend and i walk out of the particle set in 03... we just happen to randomly look at some guy we don't know, he looks back at us, and, without trigger, we all burst into hysterical laughter, the kind that makes your face feel like its about to burst. its clear none of us understand why we are laughing, much less why we are laughing together, and that makes it even harder to stop. its like... the bermuda triangle of laughter. finally the guy speaks from between burts of laughter "im lost, my tent is under the purple octopus! help!". all three of us double over with a new burst of laughter. eventually, without another word, but plenty more laughs, we head off to find the purple octopus. all three of us are beginning to think the purple octopus doesn't exist after all, when lo and behold, it appears, seemingly out of thin air... we'd been pacing back and forth in front of it the whole time! after a last laughing riot, we bid the tripping lad farewell, and laugh ourselves home. i don't even know if we ever got the guy's name, but we shared a hell of a laugh, thats for sure
In 05 we were the last row of cars parked behind one of the banks of porta-potties. It was pretty funny watching a dude try and get in the back side of the porta - 'why can't I find the handle'
The friend I go with always manages to find cash on the ground. Last year it was a $50.
Post by chocolateman on Jun 1, 2007 10:58:07 GMT -5
On the way into the venue in '03, we managed to rip the side door off of our RV. Needless to say the renter was none too happy. We spent 3 days getting a repair crew out and all they could do was bolt it on. At least it wasn't our septic tank!