Post by Walker, Texas Ranger on Jun 17, 2009 13:42:01 GMT -5
Written by Chuck Crowder
Well, I just got back from the closest “hippie” activity you’ll ever catch me entertaining: Bonnaroo. And let me tell you, attending reportedly THE largest music festival in the country is an experience to say the least.
When you first enter the festival grounds, there’s not a stage in sight. It’s tents, RVs, flags and freaks as far as the eye can see in every direction. And carved into the fields that corral cattle the other 361 days of the year are makeshift “streets”, complete with road signs. I parked on the corner of (no kidding) 7th Avenue and 5th Street or, as it’s more commonly known, “over yonder.” From there, the closest festival entrance was on the corner of 5th and Broadway (wherever that is). Just follow the flip-flops.
This was actually my second trip to Bonnaroo. Some buddies and I went back in 2007 for our fortieth birthdays just to prove we weren’t too old to do it. Plus, we wanted to see The Police, Flaming Lips, White Stripes and Wilco all in one place. When we got there however, we discovered that our age group represented the median, not the top of the scale. So I didn’t feel so old going back a second time. And I can see why people of all ages keep coming back.
Once you wade through the corn dogs, funnel cakes, frozen lemonades and six-dollar beers (which, ironically enough, aren’t any colder or more refreshing than the two-dollar variety back here at home) you begin to see what this four-day freak-out is all about.
chattanoogapulse.com/columns/life-in-the-noog/life-in-the-noog-doin%e2%80%99-the-%e2%80%99roo/
Well, I just got back from the closest “hippie” activity you’ll ever catch me entertaining: Bonnaroo. And let me tell you, attending reportedly THE largest music festival in the country is an experience to say the least.
When you first enter the festival grounds, there’s not a stage in sight. It’s tents, RVs, flags and freaks as far as the eye can see in every direction. And carved into the fields that corral cattle the other 361 days of the year are makeshift “streets”, complete with road signs. I parked on the corner of (no kidding) 7th Avenue and 5th Street or, as it’s more commonly known, “over yonder.” From there, the closest festival entrance was on the corner of 5th and Broadway (wherever that is). Just follow the flip-flops.
This was actually my second trip to Bonnaroo. Some buddies and I went back in 2007 for our fortieth birthdays just to prove we weren’t too old to do it. Plus, we wanted to see The Police, Flaming Lips, White Stripes and Wilco all in one place. When we got there however, we discovered that our age group represented the median, not the top of the scale. So I didn’t feel so old going back a second time. And I can see why people of all ages keep coming back.
Once you wade through the corn dogs, funnel cakes, frozen lemonades and six-dollar beers (which, ironically enough, aren’t any colder or more refreshing than the two-dollar variety back here at home) you begin to see what this four-day freak-out is all about.
chattanoogapulse.com/columns/life-in-the-noog/life-in-the-noog-doin%e2%80%99-the-%e2%80%99roo/
