We left off in Nashville. On our way out of Nashville down to Manchester, we ran in to this guy! His name was drew. He was in the middle of the road on the Natchez Trace Parkway. We turned around and moved him to safety. For doing him such a favor, he was a little camera shy.
Finally, we made it to Bonarroo. Let's just say it isn't what we expected. We were a little disappointed and embarrased and shocked at what we found. But it was a character builder for us. And there were some highlights of course. Despite the rowdy, rowdy crowd, we got to see our first Phish show together. We weren't all that surprised to find that they are just as fun to listen to together alone driving down the Natchez Trace Parkway with our bellies full of southern biscuits and fried ocra and saving turtles from oncoming traffic. In fact, in a lot of ways, in every way, it is funner. That's right. Funner. As in more fun. I play for keeps. Here is a picture of us with Phish.
That is Mike Gordon in the background.
This is Tasha with the Butterfinger man. This man turned into half a butterfinger after falling asleep eating butterfingers next to radioactive sludge.
This is Tasha and I.
Just enjoying each other's company. And realizing how bad we hate other company.
This is me helping with the drum that we built. It was a pretty fun little project and it actually sounds pretty good. It's got a nice little ding to it.This is a short video of how dirty Bonaroo was. It was gross. Again, it wasn't what we expected and it definately wasn't what it claims to be online. They are not a green festival and it isn't against the rules to do drugs. There are even cops in the park watching people do drugs. At one point I went up to a couple of cops on horses and asked if they would come with us because we saw five different campsites with people plastered from doing drugs for three days straight. Guess what they said? They told me that it was legal for them to do drugs on private property! I was flabbergasted. I said right to the cop, "there is no way that is true and you know it. Never in the history of this country has legislation been passed that makes it legal to do narcotics on private property." Then he said, "Okay, okay. We're not the guys you need to talk to, though. You need to go talk to the people in charge of Bonaroo." It was ridiculous. I have never got the run-around from a cop like that in my life. Signs of the times.
Next stop: Graceland!
This is me and the man. He was the King. A few other shots of us at Graceland. We tried to call my Aunt Maureen but I couldn't get an answer. Too bad. Graceland is amazing. He was an amazing man. We stood at his grave site and I must be honest, it got a little emotional. Regardless, we sang "Since my baby left, I found a new place to dwell." We sang it quiet though.
This is our 80's video that we shot just as we were coming in to Grand Forks at about 12:00 at night. We were fried. Which is why this song seemed so emotional for us at the time. It was a touching, touching moment.
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