Notes from Bonnaroo:
(These have been pulled from my notebook, documenting June 12th-15th)

June 11th 2008 (My Birthday)
77 South 6:40pm
West Virginia

Vegitative mountains cascade across the horizon. The overall feeling of the drive has improved greatly since the serpent bit the Focus's hoof. The average speed of this stretch is somewhere between mellow and boredom. The only thing holding us together is the universal sense of adventure and the promise of a fucking rightous week. Funds are stable. Moral is high. Traffic is closing in around us and cruise control is our only companion on this dreaded decaying highway to Graceland.

June 15th 2008
2:27am

It's the final long day of what has become yet another wild existance within the drug economy city-state known as Bonnaroo. The days may melt together but, my peeling sunburnt nose doesn't hold any biases. This year rain clouds replace dust clouds, teeny boppers replace hippies. Zealous Metallica fans bring alcohalic rowdiness to new extreames. The old and true Bonnaroo is still within reach on the horizon. I'm glad the spirit still lingers guarding the drug zombie's rights to be drug zombies. Zombie. Drugs. Music. Peace. Harmony. Splash.

Bonnaroo:
We are products of:
1. Rain showers that begin with
a crashing cymbol
Pieces of a corporate social consciousness
2. Twisted views of stereotypes
and happy birthday symphonies
Drugged Dust Clouds
Hippie Haze
3. 3 days of Valhala
sold to the highest bidder
Packaged, Marketable
Uneasy settling
uneasy acceptance of authority
they took the baby's umbrella

Overheard:

"It'll be alright", he said "Just try it"

"I'm at Bonnaroo, can we talk later?"

"So where are you from?"
"Oklahoma"
"Ontario"
"Charleston South Carolina"
"I'm from New Jersey, trust me, I'm not the typical New Jersey resident"
"New York"
"Michigan, Detroit"
"Cincinatti"

Some are here to "find themselves" while others are looking for a "good fucking time". Bonnaroo is a catalyst for so many good things. Pure human existance. Exstacy.