Coachella Vs. Bonnaroo

thanks for the info dood.. i am a huge ween fan and have yet to see them.. my other buddy is too and he realized he can't make it until the friday.. so hopefully they play one of the other days.

MMJ would be wicked.. TV on the radio aswell

both have no shows listed on their website around the time of bonnaroo

Sawyer wrote:

be honest....how much of a pain in the ass factor is bonnaroo, getting there i mean.

We'll be trekking to Bonnaroo from Oregon seems like a no brainer this year!

Tek Money wrote:

Google map says 11 hours so I figure about 10. We will take shifts.

We will likely take shifts too, although just sitting in the car for that long will be rough. Plus I'm 2 hours east of you, so It'll take me over 13 hours, maybe even 15 with stopping and such.

I'm too excitied...not sure I can wait 115 days : )

bump for a good read

http://media.www.tuftsdaily.com/media/storage/paper856/news/2007/02/20/Arts/Mikey.Goralnik.Paint.The.Town.Brown-2730189.shtml

Mikey Goralnik | Paint the Town Brown
June 14-17, 2007: Bonnaroo
Mikey Goralnik

Issue date: 2/20/07 Section: Arts

It was slow around Boston's clubs this week (I would've seen the Ataris, but my lawyer thought that hanging around that many 14-year-olds might make me look like a pedophile), so I thought I'd take this opportunity to talk about The Great American Music Festival, which released its initial lineup on Wednesday.

There are two things that you have to keep in mind when talking about the Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival. First and foremost, it is miserable, and if you've never been, there is almost no way to convey the back-breaking misery you are almost guaranteed to meet.

Picture the hottest, muddiest plot of land in the continental United States, then fill every square inch of it with people ranging from the scummiest acid casualty to the most upstanding live music columnist. Next, imagine what happens when you don't stabilize this environment with enough restrooms, charge too much for food and water and fling open the doors to hordes of young capitalists offering, among other things, "headies," "pharmies" and "boomers." Then let some of the acid casualties bring and lose their mutt dogs, and let these starved beasts rummage through your campsite for food. Then have it rain. This is more or less the Bonnaroo aesthetic.

But, the second thing to remember about Bonnaroo is that it is simply unlike anything you have ever done, and you won't do anything more fun all summer. Anthropologists have to scrounge for funds from all manner of foundations and organizations to make expeditions to non-Western societies so that they can study lifestyles vastly different than their own. All young people who like music have to do is pay $200 and drive to Tennessee to feel like they have permanently moved to a parallel universe.

When you walk on to the grounds it has all the trappings of a normal place. There are cars, metal fences and trees. People's clothing is generally familiar, and occasionally, in the teeming crowds, you may see someone that you think you recognize. But make no mistake - Bonnaroo does not function like mainstream society.

In many ways, despite the torturous environment, the festival grounds are utopian. Unlike every other large-scale American music festival, Bonnaroo takes place on private property. This confines law enforcement to the one paved service road on site, and relegates them to the position of general peacekeeper rather than that of a fascist underage-drinking watch.

Last summer at Wakarusa, a similar festival in Lawrence, Kansas, law enforcement agencies arrested or expelled 144 festival-goers due to heavy patrolling. At Bonnaroo, well, let's just say that didn't happen.

Time also functions better at Bonnaroo than outside its colorful gates. Rigid conditioning has us waking up when the sun is out, doing stuff all day and going to sleep for six to eight hours when it is dark out. At Bonnaroo, the bleeding, naked strangers that stagger into your campsite late at night prevent you from sleeping when it is dark. It is also too loud and your tent too hot to sleep unless you absolutely have to, leaving more time for you to wander around and go to shows.

Which, ultimately, is the single reason Bonnaroo is the ultimate in music experiences. Coachella might boast better bands, but nothing can touch Bonnaroo in terms of performers.

In late April, Coachella fields an impressive lineup, but one full of bands you'd rather listen to than see. Bjork, Jarvis Cocker, Rufus Wainright, Sparklehorse and Grizzly Bear are awesome, but I don't want to be one of 100,000 people standing in a sweltering desert seeing them. While Bonnaroo's initial lineup might seem less exciting than its foe to the west, Superfly Productions has put together the type of bands that are at their best playing to big crowds outside.

As far as I'm concerned, bands that play loud power chords and catchy hooks are the optimal kind of music to see at a festival. Hip-hop acts and solo artists tend to be consumed by the huge stage, and the sonically rich sounds of arty bands never seem to fare well outside. In Franz Ferdinand, The White Stripes, Spoon, The National and The Hold Steady, Bonnaroo has culled together five of the best, purest, guitar-heavy rawk bands making music today. When My Morning Jacket eventually signs on for the festival, Bonnaroo will feature at least six of the most festival-ready bands around. Boo-yah Coachella.

Additionally, this year there are a number of artists that don't play chunky guitars but are able to transcend the inhospitable surroundings to blow the collective socks off more than 80,000 people. In this category, confirmed artists Ween, Keller Williams and Annuals come to mind, but at the top of this list is STS9, who is back for the third year in a coveted 12 to 4 a.m. time slot. Most festivals can't have shows past midnight: in 2005, the livetronica quintet rocked a jam-packed Bonnarooo tent from midnight to dusk, ushering in the sunset with the dark, pummeling samples of "Peoples," (and then going on to play for another 30 minutes).

And herein lies Bonnaroo's uniqueness. Virtually nowhere else in the world can you see a mind-blowing show while the sun comes up. What's more, virtually nowhere else can you do so while high-fiving someone whose distinct raw sewage odor is a product of their actual wallowing in raw sewage. Finally, nowhere else can you be so thoroughly ripped out of your element, forced to grow accustomed to a way of life so foreign to your own and love every second of it.

brain of c wrote:

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d'oh!!!!!!