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Post by ClarkGriswold on Jan 27, 2005 3:23:31 GMT -5
and so it begins.. these cold faded feelings of distant connections tugging at my sleeve almost imperceptive at first but continue to emerge still stronger, as if pleading to be brought out from their resident dark space to feel the warmth of the light that exist in other places they’ve been removed from for so long now. But I’ve resisted, yes I’ve resisted. Not because these are feelings I have willfully repelled or knowingly suppressed, but there has been a considerable detachment. It had become necessary to yield and be subordinate to weight of restrictions required to maintain and move through the frame of mind needed to keep those feelings shielded from the other world I live in. A world that is so rooted in proper social morays and established structure that it could not relate much less exist. That mind-set became automatic in just a short time after my foray into the world of roo last year. And it continues today asking the question will you focus on the things at hand and quit being distracted. But as stubborn as a compass seeking north, those feelings and thoughts have come around again, with voices stronger each day.
I think it impossible to explain this story to most folks, a story of the greatest place in the universe where benevolent forces rained gifts of forgiveness onto everyone or The Grand Flurbiz or giant cicadas fornicating on Jupiter or a world made up of a balance of yin and yang, creation and destruction, good and bad or even dancing mushrooms and being forced to hitch while stranded on the side of the road or to explain Broobash and a glass bong making a tuba-like blat and Gargomel, the evil wizard of Egomania or that everyone nuts their pants, due to all the excitement, WARREN HAYNES!!!!!!, three weeks of Atkins or drink this and all will be well and enlightenment will be bestowed upon you or a lost hood ordainment. Nope, no way to explain that to the people where I work… hmm let’s see…. I seem to have lost my place when I left the story….guess I’ll start over…..and so it begins..
BONNAROO
It wasn’t that significant at first, the dandelion seed floating on the wind well above my head, but it stirred a memory. Bonnaroo, oh yeah BONNAROO! That’s what it felt like. It felt like floating. It felt like complete freedom. It seems odd that freedom has become such stranger to me and floating, well… I think that happen at least once or twice at the roo but not since. I guess it’s true that old line that says “No one has a right to consume happiness without producing it”, well that will be something I’ll have to work on from now to Bonnaroo. Time to start trying to locate everything I’ll need this year. My thoughts turn to the cellar where I stored my stuff from last year. As I open the door to the cellar door…
Post by ClarkGriswold on Feb 28, 2005 1:51:45 GMT -5
….. ring ….. transfixed on locating the equipment I used at last years roo I hardly noticed the phone, the sound I heard could have been coming from somewhere else, a neighbors house maybe, my thinking was caught up with the idea of dusting off a few things I needed for a new roo adventure ..…….ringggg …….. - that one caught me - …. roused to a subliminal response I let go of the doorknob of the cellar door and turned for the phone, …….ringggg …… Alright I’m coming, I’M TRYING TO GET THERE AS FAST AS I CAN! I yelled at the phone. Broken from my concentration of reminiscing about the roo, I had two thoughts in my head ( 1st thought ) why is it that we respond like this when the phone rings, as if the idea of URGENT! permeates every aspect of our being, turning ourselves into phone grabbing automatons acting much in the same way as Lemmings scurrying to jump off a cliff ? …. and ( 2nd thought ) answer the phone!! …….ringggg …… I picked up the phone and heard a half questioning voice on the other side say “Hello” which sounded more like “is anyone there?” Familiar with the person’s voice on the other end I was pleasantly surprised and entirely focused now, I said …..
Post by ClarkGriswold on Jun 7, 2005 3:12:00 GMT -5
Clark - Is it time? … It was the The Grand Flurbiz!! The Grand Flurbiz - Almost! Clark - The fields of Tennessee await us! The Grand Flurbiz - Yes they do! Good times are almost upon us! Clark - I’m so fricking excited, I can hardly wait! The Grand Flurbiz - You know your one fortunate bastard Clark in that there are other fields in June to consider. Clark - How so? What do you mean “fortunate” this is costing me a fortune, just how fortunate is that. Man! Are you kidding me I’ve paid my money! The Grand Flurbiz - I was thinking of the fields of Iraq, the cost being paid there and the cost of freedom. Clark - Wait a minute, I have some serious qualms about the cost of freedom in Iraq. It’s just possible that Lady Liberty has been blindfolded. This is a very thorny issue!! The Grand Flurbiz - Whoa! O K I get the picture, lets not get into this now, this is not the time to talk about the foreign policy , there’s always room for error no matter what position you take, and I seriously don’t want to come off bumming you out, so just do me a favor. Clark - Sure anything. The Grand Flurbiz - Just share some soul. Share your soul as much as you can no matter what the differences between you and the people you come in contact with at the fields of Bonnaroo, There are other fields that wont have the opportunity that weekend. Clark - Yeah, I know what you mean. The Grand Flurbiz - You know Clark music is love. And love by one definition is the act of touching souls. Clark - Well Bonnaroo surely has touched mine. Much music to you man! The Grand Flurbiz - Take care and peace be with you my friend. Clark - And may peace be with you.
click …
I hung up the phone, and turned back toward the cellar thinking about luck and opportunity and how comes so easily to some folks and how it so unfortunately avoids many others, and how it’s always been that way. Yeah I thought, I must admit I’m one lucky bastard, to have this opportunity when others don’t. Confused with the thoughts in my head of how lucky I am to be rocking in the free world and to have the opportunity burn one down in their honor for those that don’t, I grasped the the doorknob to the cellar door and my thoughts turned to the people who have the opportunity to experience this event and how I never really believed in much, but I’ve believed in the spirit Bonnaroo produces. I think we know how fortunate all of us are. But then, I guess that’s the trouble with thinking.
and so it begins … thoughts of a extremely amazing weekend chasing the music and the moonlight
Incredibly well written post Clark, thanks for the perspective I sure hope nobody takes this experience for granted........Good times in 3 days 3hours 54 minutes!
"Chicago is known as the Windy City, and Montana is called the Big Sky State, so I think that we should somehow combine the two to create the ultimate kite-flying experience. "-Mitch Hedberg
re:clarkgriswald dude....i am writing this as an apology.....i have tried to read this thread several times since we had such a good time with it last year and all......but i have to admit with all of the reading i have to do on a daily basis im kinda burned out on long paragraphs by this point in the day.....i start reading them then i end up watching family guy or a song catches my attention.....needless to say i havent read these posts yet.....
i just want to say.....thanks so much for the effort.....i hope you have a great time at the shows.....it's been awesome to read all the other posts you have contributed.....be safe and maybe ill see ya at bonnarooooooooo.....
Post by ClarkGriswold on Jun 8, 2005 1:59:47 GMT -5
Re: Raven It’s OK, I totally understand what you mean and I agree with you. Sorry I tend to ramble a little too much. Being the only contributor, it was really more like notes to myself. For you Raven my Alabama hommie I promise to keep it short and to the point! (Don’t iknow if I can keep that promise but I’ll try) I’m hopeful to make the meet up at the swings around 3:00 PM. Here’s to a safe trip and an amazing ROO!
I sure hope nobody takes this experience for granted........Good times in 3 days 3hours 54 minutes!
