[EVENT RECAP] Bonnaroo Part 1
If we had had the energy at the time, and it wasn't so hot and dusty, we would probably have kissed the very ground Bonnaroo is held on. After our eventful Craigslist-orchestrated journey, we were honestly surprised we had made it and were in one piece, but we were ready for Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival. The real question at hand: was Bonnaroo ready for us?
We set up our humble abode for the weekend, in the form of a Walmart tent and a few blankets. Fitting to our name, we were nestled amongst a grove of trees in the guest camping area, re-united with our SXSW crew over some stiff gin and tonics, before proceeding to head off into the festival for the first evening.
As we walked up to the Cherub set, we were greeted by copious amounts of flower crowns, glitter, and narrowly avoided a giant mud puddle. Although, after being released from the confines of an overstuffed car, we were feeling grateful to be free to shake our limbs around to live music.
We took a slight detour to the craft beer tent before catching Nashville boys The Weeks on the small Communion stage. White Denim then treated us to an evening night-cap before the extensive car ''journey'' set in and forced us to retire for the night.
The rest of the festival we have decided to compartmentalize into somewhat of an awards ceremony. Lillian previously did a 'high-school-prom' approach for her Governor's Ball post, this stylized way of documenting has converted us; thus, festival coverage here at WWM will forever be done in this more lively way.
Without further ado...
Best-dressed: Vintage Trouble
Even in the midday heat, or earlier that morning when we ran into them in our PJs, Vintage Trouble sure know how to dapperly out-dress every single person at a music festival. During their set, Ty Taylor commanded the audience with his pelvic thrusts, powerful preaching demeanor, saucy dance moves and by throwing his sweaty self deep into the crowd.
Set with sexiest bass player: Sam Smith
Sam Smith's smooth vocals are sexy enough as is. Throw in a bearded 'lumberjack-soul' bass player who slaps his bass in an incredibly over-sexualised manner and you have a pair of very hot-and-bothered ladies.
Best people to pre-game with: Squarespace
Our friends Jess and Angela from Squarespace invited us to their #Squarespacearoo van for refreshing beverages and salvage from the heat on numerous occasions.
Best set to get security's undivided attention: Vampire Weekend
Rules are only there for breaking, right? We were watching Janelle Monae and Vampire Weekend's sets from the bleachers. Despite being told numerous times to "sit down" and that we "weren't allowed to dance there", our minuscule 4-person dance party had turned into an impenetrable bleacher-long party by the end of Vampire Weekend's set. The security guards stood no chance.
Artist to listen to while star-gazing from the grass: Phoenix
Sometimes, when you have been on your feet all day in the heat, and have a belly full of beer and burgers, you kind of need to starfish on the ground for a minute and appreciate the stars. In this case, we were accompanied by the nostalgic sounds of Phoenix.
Show to purposely avoid: Kanye West
Let's not going to get into a heated debate about why we despise Kanye West. What we will mention is that we're sure as hell glad we opted to ninja roll out of his set and into the artist hospitality area where we enjoyed listening to chatter and the clinking of glasses instead of Yeezus' self-absorbed rant.
Best fatherly advice: Greg from Vintage Trouble
A late-night inebriated pep talk from a veteran session musician with impressive mutton chops reinstated to us the importance of hustling. One important quote we took from this conversation was "To be an artist is to take an oath of poverty".
Dressing room not to interject: Sam Smith/Disclosure
We somehow found ourselves backstage after Disclosure's set, sitting on deck chairs suddenly ravenous with our alcohol-fueled stomachs grumbling. We then may or may not have broken into Disclosure's dressing room looking for leftover rider food... Thinking they had left in a large white van, we were greeted by Guy Lawrence and another anonymous stranger sitting inside on a couch, looking rather startled when these two 'stealthy' ladies barged in. Not our proudest moment.
Creepiest entourage: Die Antwoord
I'm not too sure how to describe the lanky boy hanging around with Die Antwoord without mentioning 'incest' ,'The Hills Have Eyes' or 'Deliverance'. As if they weren't strange enough as it was. Nightmares ensued.
Stay tuned for more Bonnaroo 'awards ceremonies'...