Bonnaroo Day 1

After a long flight from Mexico City, a 12 hour visit at home and a 6 hour drive to Manchester, TN I finally arrived at Bonnaroo. Before the masses arrive we have a day for set up. I wake up, go to the hotel lobby, get some coffee and wait for my commerades to begin the day when out of nowhere a dreadlocked, tie dye wearing douchebag hippie comes up to me asking if he can photocopy my credentials to sneak into the gig.

Of course I tell him no, but I actually try to be nice and I don't tell him to go fuck himself or anything of that sort, but he keeps persisting. When i offer him the alternative of buying a ticket for the show he responds in typical hippie fashion with all of the wealth envy excuses that could lead me into another blog but I won't go there now. He tries to explain that the artists make too much money and that he's a musician who plays for free all of the time. I tell him that I'm a capitalist and that his attempts at guilting me into giving my pass to him won't work he tries the typical hippie wealth is evil assault approach.

Dirty Hippie - "What does money do for you?"

E-Rock - "It provides me with the things that I want or need."

Dirty Hippie - "Like what?"

E-Rock - "Like my mortgage payment."

The hippie tries another approach.

Dirty Hippie - "So does money, like, give you power?"

E-Rock - "only in your mind."

Dirty Hippie - "What makes you say that??

E-Rock - "you think that because I hold capitalist ideals that I am wealthy. You also think that since I have something you want, namely my pass, that I should share it with you because you are less fortunate than I am. You are wrong on all accounts."

The hippie moved on to someone else thankfully.

Later that day a REALLY dirty hippie approached me while I was tuning and aligning the PA with pink noise after standing in front of a stack of subs holding his ears.

REALLY dirty hippie - "are you making that noise?"

E-Rock - "yep"

REALLY dirty hippie - "why are you making that noise?"

E-Rock - "I'm taking reference measurements and aligning the sound system"

REALLY dirty hippie - "you're listening to that noise?"

E-Rock - "yep, along with my computer"

REALLY dirty hippie - "oh. do you have to make that noise?"

E-Rock - "yep. Hey why do you have mud on your face?"

REALLY dirty hippie - "I'm making a cob house"

E-Rock - "so it's mud and shit?"

REALLY dirty hippie - "It's cob"

E-Rock - "isn't cob part mud, part shit, part straw?"

REALLY dirty hippie - "sometimes but we just use mud."

E-Rock - "couldn't find some quality shit for free around here?"

REALLY dirty hippie - "we never use shit, just mud"

E-Rock - "still looks like you have shit on your face"

The hippie leaves and I return to my adventures in pink noise. This is going to be a fun week.