I like to think when I made the choice
to go to BOMB[MUSIC]FEST three years ago it was important.
I don't want to think of myself as just
another fuck going to a music festival; I'd like to think it was a
help of some kind...
I'd like to focus on my helping that
festival pay for its expenses with the ticket fee and that I helped
by being a somebody among the crowd listening to their music.
I'd like to think me being there was a
cultural moment like when Cyndi Lauper put out “Girls Just
Want To Have Fun,” or when the “YMCA,” song became an activist
anthem.
The audience there was a patchquilt of
all kinds of people. One guy was in a wheelchair, had a mohawk, and
was rocking out the whole festival ; I loved that guy too much.
I understand it's not cool to say but
in my estimation this guy came to rock out with his cock out and
didn't beat around the bush about it. Surely, though, before each
performance this guy knew better than to tell the performers “break
a leg.”
There were also people of both genders
with long hair. I – in a small way-- judge men with to-the-neck
long hair but whatever lights your fire...
100% true: I've adopted a koala, have
one kidney (intense things) but nothing compares in intensity to seeing Snoop Dogg, Weezer, and Edward Sharpe & The
Magnetic Zeroes in one weekend. Talk about spectacular.
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