Bonnaroo...
30 hours on the road total in a big ass cargo van full of a thousand T-shirts and other various items for sale, best friend in the passenger seat and a dude with MS laying flat on the ceiling high merch.
loaded up, unloaded, set up, tore down, loaded up again. fucking drove. Heavy lifting, sweating my ass off, and making sure no one stole shit filled the majority of the 90 degree days.
My Morning Jacket was worth the entire trip down south...the heat, the dirt, the shit stained toilet seats, the sweat drenched clothes, the bickering, the rain that poured into our booth & ruined some of our tie dyes, the physical strain, the sleep deprivation, the chaos that ensued and hovered over our heads constantly.
If you've ever experienced music that made you want to claw your fucking face off because it was so good, you know what the hell I mean. I stayed for half the show, and I almost went into a coma. I chugged some wine, and pushed my way to center stage, and my brain almost exploded when the music started. I was dancing beside a guy who looked how I felt...a fucking kid in a candy store. All I could do was scream and jump up and down. I wasn't in control anymore, I had no idea how to contain myself, nor did I want to at all. A song would start, and this is how it went--we went ape shit. Jaws would drop, we put our hands on our cheeks, bend @ the knees like someone kicked us in the stomach, and look @ each other like "ohhhhhhhhhh SHIT!!!!" Didn't even know the dude's name, didn't speak a word, didn't need an introduction. It was perfect. I almost had an orgasm on the spot. Every hair on my body must have been standing straight up. Some girl was staring @ me with a genuinely fearful look in her eyes, like I was insane, and I was. I was totally out of my fucking mind.
It's definately safe to say that it was the best show I've ever seen. They stole Bonnaroo. After this, they are going to explode on the scene. They are going to get so huge it's not even funny. It's already happening. So glad I got to see that stage in their musical journey.
Got back to the tent, brain mangled and mushy, mouth not working, basic motor skills frayed. Passed the fuck out to their 2nd set echoing across the hills.
30 hours on the road total in a big ass cargo van full of a thousand T-shirts and other various items for sale, best friend in the passenger seat and a dude with MS laying flat on the ceiling high merch.
loaded up, unloaded, set up, tore down, loaded up again. fucking drove. Heavy lifting, sweating my ass off, and making sure no one stole shit filled the majority of the 90 degree days.
My Morning Jacket was worth the entire trip down south...the heat, the dirt, the shit stained toilet seats, the sweat drenched clothes, the bickering, the rain that poured into our booth & ruined some of our tie dyes, the physical strain, the sleep deprivation, the chaos that ensued and hovered over our heads constantly.
If you've ever experienced music that made you want to claw your fucking face off because it was so good, you know what the hell I mean. I stayed for half the show, and I almost went into a coma. I chugged some wine, and pushed my way to center stage, and my brain almost exploded when the music started. I was dancing beside a guy who looked how I felt...a fucking kid in a candy store. All I could do was scream and jump up and down. I wasn't in control anymore, I had no idea how to contain myself, nor did I want to at all. A song would start, and this is how it went--we went ape shit. Jaws would drop, we put our hands on our cheeks, bend @ the knees like someone kicked us in the stomach, and look @ each other like "ohhhhhhhhhh SHIT!!!!" Didn't even know the dude's name, didn't speak a word, didn't need an introduction. It was perfect. I almost had an orgasm on the spot. Every hair on my body must have been standing straight up. Some girl was staring @ me with a genuinely fearful look in her eyes, like I was insane, and I was. I was totally out of my fucking mind.
It's definately safe to say that it was the best show I've ever seen. They stole Bonnaroo. After this, they are going to explode on the scene. They are going to get so huge it's not even funny. It's already happening. So glad I got to see that stage in their musical journey.
Got back to the tent, brain mangled and mushy, mouth not working, basic motor skills frayed. Passed the fuck out to their 2nd set echoing across the hills.
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24 Hour Party People was incredible. I had the DVD, but it got stolen from me. It's about both Joy Division and The Mondays. I wrote for luck, They sent me you!