Last year I went to Bonnaroo, pretty crazy experience I had... marinating in mine and other's filths can lead to extreme bonding and moral repugnance. For those of you whom don't know what Bonnaroo is, shame on you...no really, for shames. The 'Roo is this huge music festival that is held in a vast farm that MTV bought over not too long ago. During the off season of The 'Roo, this patch of land grows corn; America's corrupt crop. Bonnaroo had it's 10th anniversary this year. A decade of nonsense. The festivities are held on the first weekend of June, when the weather choices are "hot" and "hot as hell". Anywho, just an hour in some-odd direction away from Nash-Vegas is this prime hot spot for middle-aged Woodstock remnants to sway along to folk noises and for the younger generation of hipster music lovers to flock to. Amongst this crowd (last year) was myself. My body intake of liquids was beaten by the latter, I think I had sweat my weight's worth of liquids....I know, I know...FOUL. The camping, my first camping experience was pretty knarly...sleeping in a 100-some degree temperature tent and the lack there of tempurpedic sensation of laying on tarp, not showering for 4 days and using 8 baby moist-wipes as a bath to feel remotely content with oneself is only the tip of the petri-dish of sacrifices one makes for music. Despite the living conditions, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. The lineup was insane and the free-samples tents set up from the sponsors are pretty damn swell..after all cheap is good, free is better. I think I drank my weight's worth of the gritty-ever-so-delicious Odwalla, and also the Odwalla tent is air-conditioned so laying there, comatose, was a daily event. Anyway, the artists that performed last year were: Jay-Z (shit my pants-good), Kid Cudi, Phoenix (Thomas Mars is the best-est and if you disagree then you can shut your face, shame on you.), She+Him (Zooey Dechanel is the cutest thing on 2 feet), Ingrid Michealson (didn't know who the hell she was before the 'Roo, love her now...), Mumford and Sons, Bruno Mars, Stevie Wonder (The God of Gods...ugh that man's voice maketh my heart go pitter-patter), Kings of Leon (eh, it was okay), Deadmau5 (who the hell is "dead-mau-five?), Fanfarlo (underratedly great), Steve Martin (yeah, the actor man..he's even better on the banjo), Damian Marley and Nas (um need I say more?), Norah Jones ("Snore-ah Jones"), Regina Spektor (I love that soul-child), and soooo much more. What I hated about this was that the bands that I liked played at the same time..you see, they are sadists, the people that plan the schedules. Pure evil. So I caught glimpses of bands here and there and rushed off to the next stage. The stages are the next: demonic choice of names...The "What Stage", "Which Stage", "This Tent", "That Tent"..and so on...what the frack?! So that was nice and confusing once the peyote kicks in. Oh and for y'all whom haven't visited the Nash-Vegas, please do. It's probably my favorite North American city so far...it has everything. Great food, great people-watching and pretty damn good environment. Given I was in Brentwood, which is a bit more upscale (I stayed with my friends, the Bichells..a shout-out to you guys, oh and your home...absolutely beautiful...I want one just like it, no joke. Just letting you know, if it where to ever go back on the market it's mine. Fo Raelz.), but regardless, pretty banging time.
Anywho: This year, Lollapolooza. It's on. Tickets have been booked, schedules and plan of attack has been mapped. Headliners: COLD-effin-PLAY. Did you hear me?! COLDPLAY, Muse and Eminem...(not as excited for them..sorry guys.) But, but, but; Beirut (I've been waiting for about 3 years to see Beirut), The Naked and Famous, Bright Eyes, Explosions in the Sky, Lissie, Two Door Cinema Club, Ratatat, Kid Cudi, Deadmau5, Skrillex, Damian Marley & Nas, The Foo, Cold War Kids and a shit-ton more. It'll be the bee's knees. I might die of excitement, we'll find out. Andwho to lead up to this, I will be exploring Chicago and such for 2 days. I have already bought my hippie headband that looks as though my brain is being constricted (oh it is) so I am pumped and ready to partay. DOn't worry, for the kids at home, I willst reportez back to y'all. Just sit pretty and wait for that posty-post.
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