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So how much do any of you hate drum circles at festivals? I have been at the Winnipeg Folk Festival and stayed ONE night in the campground. Came home today from a combination of damp sleeping bag from the storm, a severe weather warning of funnel clouds, my rag, and drum circles. Last night was loaded with drum circles. Ever notice how the beat never changes, but people keep cheering? at about 330am some one had finally drank up the courage to bust out their shitty trumpet that they packed. they proceded to play the A&W song. W...T...F? then the can-can. what?? really? side note: there is a player that frequently comes into the casino i work at, he is shaped like the A&W bear and wears an orange tee shirt. i giggle.

so, i was having a geat time, but i just cant stand drum circles. nor the fucked up shit that goes on. such as: someone constructed themself a "saloon" and brought a microphone.They had people just eating up whatever their party chants were. My friends and i were out for a walk when we came across this. Stood around and observed, then at precisely the same time we turned and looked at one another "this is soooo jonestown we need to get out of here". walked onto see what else was going on. you know those ppl that think their glow stick show is soo super cool cuz they're swinging them around in circles? some chicka was putting on a show and G runs up to her "OOOOO Can I try???" shit i have never lauged so hard, she takes the glow balls/sticks/ whatever and starts swinging them around in NO rythym at all. the chicka says "ooooo youre soooooo goooooood". then G lobs herself in the head.
a little after we got back to our tent and fire, a guy with a cow bell was leading a train of people right through our site. some of them had bongo drums as well. but geez, towards then end of the line people looked a little lost. i don't think they knew what they were following, and were not too into it either. so what are you doing? by the way bitches, i can tell you don't dress folky like that all the time, your flowy shirt looks like its from the mall.




apart from the folked-out folkies and storm that drowned our tent, we had a great time, smoked some dope, drank untill the perfect dizzy, camp-fired and danced to michael franti doing his thing live on stage. I almost peed myself 4 times listening to G tell stories that start with something like "being wet" and it ended "woke up with a red wine moustache, i'm going to blow my nose with my pants"
i am heading back sunday to visit and claim all that i can, as i volunteered this folk fest i have free access and meals. may as well take advantage. Ill get S to come, he can finally meet my best friend.