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ScottieL has finally recovered and sent in this lengthy & ML flavor filled report from Bonnaroo:
I just got back from Bonnaroo at 3:00 on Tuesday morning, and after a long weekend of listening to music, dancing, partying, and doing everything else there was to do (I’ll call it Roo’ing), I’m still exhausted. Half of me wants to crawl into bed and sleep for a week, but the other half wishes I was still in Manchester, Tennessee. I want to thank my friends at Metal Lungies for giving me the opportunity to attend this festival for the first time, and for a helluva weekend. I have heard things from friends who have attended Bonnaroo in the past, but nothing really prepares you for it until you actually experience it firsthand. In my day-by-day breakdowns, I’ll do my best to review the music, as well as describe some of the other activities, people, and overall unique atmosphere that makes Bonnaroo different from anything I’ve ever been a part of.
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We reached our destination of Manchester around 6:00 on Friday morning after a relatively uneventful (I did get a carton of cigarettes for under $30 in Virginia) twelve-hour drive. Me and three of my friends, we’ll call them Dolla Bill, Mitya, and S-Money, were packed into a tiny Honda Accord stuffed with backpacks, suitcases, tents, blowup dolls, etc. As we drove on the main road through town, we noticed signs up outside most of the stores and restaurants welcoming Bonnaroo goers. We had finally arrived.
We met up with our buddy Drosci, who drove down yesterday and had been waiting for us to get there. He told us that his cousin, who helped set up Bonnaroo as well as many other festivals, hooked it up with guest camping passes for all of us. The passes allowed us to camp right by Centeroo, the main area of Bonnaroo. I didn’t realize how crucial that was until later after seeing the distance between the regular campgrounds and Centeroo. Let’s just say it was a hike. We picked up our wristbands at the local Holliday Inn and headed toward our campsite.
As we drove in to the site we were stopped by security guards, who checked to see if we had a guest parking pass. They saw the pass and waved us through. We pulled into the lot and the first thing I noticed was a long line of people waiting to use a shower. Showers at Bonnaroo??I’m really starting to feel like a big shot with these passes. We parked and set up our tents. Now it’s time for the fun to begin! Well, fuck, after a little nap, I’m tired.
I woke up fully energized and ready to kick Bonnaroo’s ass. Dolla Bill, also a Bonnaroo virgin, joined me for a walk around the grounds. Centeroo can best be described as a psychedelic fair complete with an assortment of stages, tents, shops, food stands, a ferris wheel and a fountain shaped like a mushroom (remember kids, just say no). It was still pretty early so there wasn’t any music yet, but the place was alive and there was more than enough going on to keep busy. We passed by a stand called the MLB Road Show, complete with a batting cage and a radar detector to test how fast you can throw. The high speed was in the mid- 80’s. Damn, I didn’t know Jamie Moyer was going to be here! I thought about giving it a shot, but the line was pretty long and I didn’t want to embarrass myself.
I was getting hungry so I grabbed a $10 burrito and wolfed it down. Definitely the worst thing I had the whole time I was there, it would come back to haunt me later. Overall, the food was decent in Centeroo. I recommend the kabobs or the pizza. There’s something about paying $5 for a slice that makes it that much better. If you’re looking for more variety and better prices and don’t mind walking, your best bet is to make the trek up to 3rd street, or Shakedown Street as it’s more commonly known. Shakedown Street is full of vendors selling food, clothing, glass, as well as whatever other products hippies sell. Also, there are just a lot of strange people around, and it’s always good for a laugh. One of my friends said they saw a topless girl get tackled into a puddle of mud by a cop, while she screamed “I want my hoverboard! Give me back my hoverboard!” Unfortunately, there was no hoverboard in sight.
The music after the jump:
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