Hello friends.Last night I returned from the rock 'n roll monolith that is Bonnaroo. Words cannot describe the sights and sounds I have taken in over the past 5 days. Peace and love and drugs and music and cuddling and fountains and fire and sweat and laughs and love and brothers.
When a group of 75,000 people all have a collective comedown there is bound to be trouble. Mostly, there wasn't. But on Monday, as we were packing up the tents and preparing for the long drive back to Chi-Town, we witnessed a nasty fight between a couple, resulting in the man knocking his defenseless girlfriend to the muddy ground. It was fucked up, to say the least. We offered to give her a ride home, but she lived far out of our way. Let's hope she's alright now.
As we left the site I couldn't help but think that the bad vibes were spreading...that the hippie dream was curdling into something grumpy, something angry, something wicked.
I tell you this story because four decades ago, Charles Manson and his Family would have almost certainly attended Bonnaroo. His girls would have danced through campsites, sharing love and drugs with the masses. Charlie probably would have set up shop in tent-city, playing songs on his acoustic deep into the night. The vibe would be one of harmony and understanding...peace and love to all.
And then he'd fucking chop me to bits.
Have a safe summer everybody...Helter Skelter is coming down.
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